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THE 

Spartan Dame* 

TRAGEDY 

As it is A&ed at the 

THEATRE. ROYAL 

I N 

D RURY-LANE, 

B Y 

His Majesty's Servants. 



By Mr. Southern e. ' 



Tellex ego faEla Sororis. Ovid. Meta. Lib. 6. 



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"Where may be had a correct Edition (juft Publifii'd) of 
Mr. Swthcrris Fatal Marriage, or the Inncsent Adultery f 



To His Grace the 



Duke of ARGY LE 

and GREENWICH, &c. 

Cknowledgments are the on- 
ly Effefts that are expect- 
ed to be produced from a 
poetical Eftate, towards the 
Payment of our Debts. 
The Suecefs of the Spartan Dame has 
been fo extraordinary, that the Income of 
her Reputation has enabled me to pay 
down fome of thofe Acknowledgments for 
the many Favours, which 1 have received 
from Your Grace : I have ever thought it 
one of the greateft, that I have been al- 
lowed to be lb frequently near Your Grace's 
Perfon, where I have had thofe great Qua- 
lities to admire, which have fo univerlally 
diftinguifh'd You, at Home, and Abroad, 
to be of the fir ft Names in Europe. 

A 2 Your 




The Dedication. 



Your forward Valour in War was very 
early known to the World; and Your Con- 
duct in it, to the la ft, has been no lefs Illu- 
ftrious, Flanders, Spain, and Scotland, have 
been the Scenes of Your Actions, in the 
higheft Ranks of the Army ; and fo long as 
thofe Wars remain recorded in Story, Your 
Name will be remembred with Honour. 

The whole Courfe of Your Life has 
been carry 'd on in the fame Spirit and Vi- 
gour. The Court, and Canpp, Cabinet, 
and Senate, have been all, on different Oc< 
calions, Witneffes of Your eminent Abili- 
ties, and Publick Virtues ; as Your gene- 
rous Protection of Your Friends, and en- 
gaging Courtefy to all Mankind, are daily 
Inilances of Your private Virtues. 

My Lord, fuch heroick Merit, fuch 
ufeful Accompliihments, and fuch agreea- 
ble Manners, have jurtly made Your Grace 
efteem'd a moft Noble and moft Worthy 
Patron. I am, 

May it pleafe Tour Grace, 

Tour ever Obligd, and d 
moft Obedient Humble Servant , 



Tho. Sou theme. 



Joiix' Duke of Argyll 



E F A C 




HIS Tragedy was begun a Tear 
before the Revolution, and near 
four Atts written without any 
View, but upon the Subject, 
which I took from the Life of 
Agis in Plutarch. Many things 
interfering with thofe Times, I laid by what I had 
written for feventeen Tears : I Jkewd it then to 
the late "Duke of Devonfhire, who was in every 
regard a Judge ; he told me, he faw no Reafm 
why it might not have been aEied the Tear of the 
Revolutidn: I then finifodit, and, as I ' thought y 
cut oat the exceptionable Tarts, but could not get it 
afled, not being able to perfuade my fe If to the cut- 
ting off thofe Limbs which I thought ejjential to 
the Strength and Life of it : But fince I found it 
mujl pine in Obfcurity without it, I conferred to 
the Operation ; and after the Amputation of every 
Line, very near the Number of Four Hundred, it 
(lands on its own Legs fill, and by the Favour of 
the To an, and indulging Ajfi fiance jf 'Friends, has 
com$ Juccef fully forward upon the Stage. 

PRO- 



PROLOGUE 

By Mr. Fenton. 

Spoken by Mr. Gibber. 

HEN Rg&lms are ravagd with invafive Foes, 
Each Bqfom with heroicl^ Ardor glows ; 
Old Chiefs, reflecting on their former Deeds, 
Difdain to ruft with batter d Invalides ; 
But aciive in the foremoft Rjnkj appear. 
And leave young fmocl^-facd Beaux to guard the Rear* 
So, to repel the Vandals of the Stage, 
Our Veiran Bard refumes his Tragic^ I{age : 
He throws the Gauntlet Otway us*d to wield, 
And calls for Englifhmen to judge the Field: 
Thus armd, to refcue Nature from Difgrace, . 9 
Mejfieurs I lay down your Minflrells, and Grimace : 
The brawnieft Tenths of Troy the Combat fear'd, 
When old Entellus in the Lifts appear d. 
Tet what avails the Champions Giant Si$e, ^ 
When Pigmies arc made Umpires of the Pri%e ? 
Tour Fathers (Men of Senfe, and honejl Bowlers) 
Difdain d the Mummery of foreign Strollers : 
By their Examples woud you form your Tafte, 
The prefent Age might emulate the paft. 
We hofd that Art and Genius had fecurd you ; 
But foon facetious Harlequin allurd you : 
The Mufes blujtid, to fee their Friends exalting 
Thofe elegant Delights of Jigg, and Vaulting : 




Prologue. 

So charmed you were, you ceas'd a while to doat 
1 On Nonjenfe, gargl'd in an Eunuch % s Throat. 
All fleas d to bear the chati ring Monfters fpeaf^ 
As old Wives -wonder at the Par/on s Greek. 
Such light B^agoufls and Mujhr corns may be good. 
To whet your Appetites for wholefome Food : 
But the bold Britton ne'er in earnefl dines 
Without fubftantial Haunches, and Surloinsl 
In Wit, as well as War, they give us Vigour ; 
Crefly was loft by KJckjhaws, and Soupe meagre", 
Inftead of light Deferts, and lufcious Froth, 
Our Poet treats to Night with Spartan Broth ; 
To which, as well as all his former Fcafts, 
The Ladies are the chief-invited Guefts. 
Crown d with a kind of Glaflfenbury Hays] 
That bloom amid the Winter of his Days ; 
He comes, ambitious in his green Decline, 
To • confecrate his Wreath at Beauty's Shrine* 
His Oronooko never fail*d to engage 
The radiant Circles of the former Age : 
Each Bofom heavd, all Eyes were feen to flow] 
And Sympathise with Ifabella's Woe : 
But Fate refervd, to crown his elder Fame, 
The brighteft Audience for the Spartan Dame,' 




Drama* 



Dramatis Perfon^e. 



Leonidas, S AKfhg of ^,driven? 

• i out by the People. 3 Mr - MlUu 

f Attains the Kingdom*) 
\ by the ExpuHion of/ 
CkmWitut* ^ Leonidas, marry 'd to> Mr. Boothl 
Cekna> but in LoyeV 
with her SiitQvJ'hehimia.J 



Eurytion, 

AgefilatiS) 

Lyfander, 
ZenocIeSy 

Matidrocles, 
t Xhracion i 

Crites, 
Celona> 



The Ephorus, an Incen 
diary of the People a-L 
gainft Leonidas, and faft^Mr. Coreyl 
to the Intereft of Ck- 
ombrotus. 



S 

2 

{ 
i 



Side with Leonidas. 
Side with Ckombrotus. 



? Mr. Thurmond^ 
S Mr. Willi am s[ 

£ Mr Will. Mills 
5 Mt. Oates. 



Husband to Byz^anthe. Mr. Cibberi 

Or Chelonisy marry 'd to? . , 
Ckombrotus. 5 O/^&W. 



C Her Sifter, Wifeto-Ea*? w ' 

{Another Sifter in Dia- 
nas Temple* 



. Porter. 



Eufhemia, \^ s ^^ $ Mrs- Seal. 

B)zantbe, Wife to Crites. Mrs. Garnet: 

SCENE Sparta. 
Citizens, Guards, Gentlemen, and Attendants. 



THE 

SPARTAN DAME. 

^QS QQ9 QQ93QQ QQG QQGQQQ QQQ 5QQ 

ACT I. SCENE I 

Agefilaus, Mandrocl^, and Cleon. 

ROPOSE em as the Bufiriefs of 

the Day, 
They'll take up all out Time. 
Cleon. I wo not fa if. LExit, 
Agef. Then he's a King. 
Mand. The Change Will mend us all. 

Cleombrotus and Thtacion to W;. 

Cleom. The Harveft of our Hopes at I a ft is come, 
Rich in a Gop that will reward rhe Toil ; 
A plenteous Crop, to fill the Reaper's Hand, 
And with the Binder's Sheaves, load every Earn. 

Agef. Then let us not ftand idle ; Mandrocks 
And Jljracion, you muft to your feverai Foils. 

B Cham 




The Svartan Dame. 



Ckom. Summon pur Friends, and lead our Parties to 

The Byppodrome: We fhail ha ve need of you* 

Tbra. You fhanot want us long. 
: Mand< We wo'not fail you. 

Agef I am the Engineer to fire the Senate ; 
The Flame muft break Out there. 

Clcom* I follow you ! 
If we fucceed, a King mall thank your Loves. [Exeunt. 

Celona to Cleombrotus. 

Chom. Celcna here! my Wife ! 

Ceio. Your loving Wife. 

Ckom-; -Your early up to Day. 

Celo. My Bed, my Lord, 
Has no more Charms for me, when you are gone. 

deem. Drefs'd fooner'too than ufual. 

Celo. My Beauties, 
Such as they are, are honeft, and my own ; 
They go to Bed with me, with me they rife, 
And need not many Hoiirs in putting on. 
Befides, for me to court my Morning Glafs, 
And practife Looks, were Lo fs of Time indeed. 
I am already what the Vanity 
Of a fond dreUIng Pride, in all its height, 
And Wantonnefs of Expedation, 
Can raile my Wi flies to ; I am your Wife, 
Moft honopr'd in that Title ; and defpife 
The Applaqfe and Breath of any other* Praifc, 
Than of my Vertue, 2nd Obedience now. 

Ckom. Bear this, you libelling Marriage-mortifiers ! 
You unhous cl, law'Iefs, rambling Libertines I 
Senfelefs of any Charms in Love, beyond 
The Proftitntion of a common Bed, 
Lewdly enjoy 'd, and ioath'd : hear, hear, and kneel 
Before this Shrine, repent, and all get Wives ; 
That from the healthy Conftitution 
Of your own chafie Endearments, you may guefs 
At what I feej> too mighty for my Tqjigue. 



The Spartan Dame, 3 

Celo. O/ flop not here, my liiVning Soul is charm'd 
Into my Ears, and dies upon the Sound 
Of ev'ry Word, foft as a Lover s Wifh, 
And I cou'd hear you ever. 

Cleom. O my fair One ! 
There is a Story, but I have not time 
Now to inform thee in it • 

Celo. O my Fears ! 

Cleom. That will delight thee. 

Celo. Your Words always do. 

Cleom. Ay, but thefe Words carry ftrong Senfe indeed, 
A fovereign Senfe. 

Celo. The Meaning is too plain. 

Cleom. I won't anticipate the Happinefs, 
By telling what you will fo quickly find : 
But raife your Wifhes high, mount your Defires 
On bold Ambition s Wing ; whofe airy Flight 
Shoots thro' the Clouds, to mingle with the Stars. 
When next we meet, I fhall behold thee— 

Celo. A miferable Woman. [Going after him. 

Cleom. How, Celona ! 

Celo. O my.CleombYOtui ! my Lord, my Life ! 
What Furies urge you on this defp'rate Courfe, 
That leads to certain Ruin ? 

Cleom. Whither wou'dft thou ? 

Celo. I fear'd indeed before, but now I find 
The Epborii thofe Fiends of popular Pow'r, 
By damning Spells have wrought upon your Soul, 
Seduc'd you into a Combination 
Of their black Plots againft Leonidas : 
Why do you turn away ? 

Cleom. Ol I m uft leave you. 

Celo. I am your felf, my Lord. 

Cleom. Fray let me go. 

Celo. Half of your felf, your Wife. 

Cleom. You are my Wife 

Celo. And in that Right I fpeak, and (houd be hear ! 
My Fame mull live but in your Chronicle: 

B 2 And 



4 The Spartan Dame* 

And as your A&ions {how to After-times, 
My Memory will be honoured, or defpis'd ; 
Therefore I fpeak, and therefore muft. be heard. 

Cleom. Then I muft hear you. 

Celo. Suffer not, my Lord, 
The indufrrious Malice of our Hiftories, 
To take the Advantage of a Crime like this, 
To ftain the glorious Story of our Lives, 
And curfe our Names to late Pofterity. 

Cleom. Thou wou'dft not have me ftand a Lopkep 
on, 

Behold the ftrongeft Hand carry the Prize 
Of Empire from my Hopes ? 

Celo. My Soul difdains 
The Weaknefs of that Thought : No, no, my Lord* 
I wou'd not have you tame at fuch a time, 
Bo!dly_affert the Caufe of Majefty; 
For yours is the Succeillon. 

Cleom. What I do 
Is to fecure it mine. \A Servant enters. 

Serv. CriteSy my Lord, attends you. [Goes out. 

Cleom. Pray retire, and in this Confidence, that all 
my Actions 
Shall wait upon my Honour. 

Cek. That's my Hope ; 
Your Honour muft engage you to the King: 
And in that Hope I leave you. {.Exit. 

Cleom. Tender, and Chafte, and Fair ! nay, £he was 
once 

The boafted Pride, and Judgment of my Choice : 
So fhe was thought, and fo I valu'd her: 

But (he's my Wife and nothing but a Wife, 

With all her Charms, coud have been ftale fofoon. 

[Crites enters behind him. 
O Curfe of Marriage ! Plenty makes its Wants ; 
And what was meant Loves Food, ftarves all its 
Joys: 

The Feafts come quicker than our Appetites : 

Tec forcing Nature ftill, at laft we cloy, And 



The Spartan Dame. 5 

And forfeit ev'n to loathing. 

Grit. My good Lord, 
Thelamia may reftore 

Cleom. My Health, my Life, 
She only can, my Crites, O that Sound ! 
The very Mention of Tbelamias Name, 
Like a ftrong Philter, rages in my Veins, 
Shoots thro' the boiling Channels of my Blood, 
Up to my Heart ; then with frefh Fury fed, 
Strikes at my Brain, where forming Fancy fits, 
Divining Pleafures in tbelamias Arms ; 
Which thou, and I, in all our,Search of Love, 
And Riots in Experience of the Sex, 
Cou'd ne'er find out in any other Woman : 
O ! fhe's excellent, and in that Thought, I mull enjoy 
her. 

Crit. She's Eurytions now. 
The Priefl but Yefterday receiv'd their Vows, 
Their mutual Vows, blefs'd 'em, and made em One. 

Cleom. How! made em One! O! that the cun- 
ning Prieft 

Had conjur'd Us together, and made Us One! 

Incorporated Body, Blofl^l, and Life, 

Our Spirits mix'd, and Love been all our Soul J 

Then I had been his Votary for ever. 

What's to be done ? Speak thou who can 'ft advife. 

Crit. She's your Wife's Sifter. 

Cleom. That's a Name indeed too diftant from my 
Hopes. 

Crit. Then beft forgotten. She knows your Love ? 
Cleom. She muft have known it long, but warily 
affeas 

An Ignorance, that flies the Notice of it. 
Crit. She perhaps miftakes it only for a Brother's 
Love. 

Cleom. No, no, (he knows me, and my Meaning 

well ^ 

Crit. And flies for Refuge to Eurytions Arms, 
She muft not Tcapc you fo. Eurytion, Faft 



6 



The Spar tan'Dame, 



Paft to Leonidas, oppofes you, an^ every Way— . 

Cleom, His Virtue bluntly ftands juft in my Aim 
Of Empire, as of Love. 

Crit. Remove him then, 
And all your Plots By fure, point blank, and level 
To the very White of your Defigns. 

Cleom* Ihelamia^ and a Crown ! 

Cm. They go together. 

Clem. In that only Thought I'll conquer even T 
Xmpoffibilities : I know the Appearance 
Is to Reafon, hard. But a Kings Love 
Shou'd never know Defpair. 

Cm. Defpair ! name not the Word. You know, 
my Lord, 

I'm fortunately for your Service, marry 'd 
Into Euryt fori s Family: My Wife 
Gives me a Title to their Confidence, 
Which I've improv'd, by a prof effing Zeal, 
To inch a Reputation, that has been 
A Key to all their Counfels. I have ferv'd 
Your politick Defigns, and may affift your Love Af- 
fairs. 

Cleom. O! there is Life^p thee. 
Crit. All, Sir, depends upon this very Day for the 
Succefs. {.Shouts 
Hark, you are fummon'd forth to head the Crowd. 
If your Ambition thrive, you have her in yourPowr. 

Cleom. If that, fbou'd fail, 
I wo not fail my felf, Force (hall prevail- [Exeunt'. 

[ Shout s y fever at running crofs the Stage. 

Ly fancier and Ze nodes enter. 

Lyf What's to be done? Ali's in a wild Combuflion. 

Zen. The People, like a Torrent in its Fall, 
Difdaining Oppofkion, bear down all 
Before 'em : Ceremonies, Cuftoms, Rites, 



Laws 



The Spartan Dame. j 

Laws, human and divine ; Orders, and Men 
Devoted to the Gods, profan'd, and feorn'd. 

Lyf All Quality, Diftinction, and Degree 
Of Place, or Virtue, fwept away, like Rubbiffj, 
By the vile Hands of popular Confufion. 

Ten. Our Party in the Senate-Houfe, I thought, 
Was ftrong enough, concluding on thofe Fools 
Of Argument, and Noife, who roar'd for us t 
But when it came to Blows, our Orators, 
So famous for their Battles at the Bar, 
And Victory in Words, fneak'd from their Chairs, 
Stinted their Rhet'rick to a fingle Prayer, % 
And wifli'd us well. 

Lyf Slaves ! who, but Minutes fince, 
Drew down the Terror of loud taws upon us, 
And fpoke in Thunder ; now, tho' they fee the 
Rabble toiling Confufion about our Streets* 
Have not the Courage of a LiElofs Voice, 
To bid 'em keep the Peace. 

Zen, Eurytion yet ftands firm, and conflant. 

Lyf O 'erpower'd by the Multitude, 
I faw him retreat towards Juno's Temple. 

Zen. There the Street is narrow, and may friend 
our Purpofe well 

Lyf The Example of his Bravery may fieelus 
To the performance of fome glorious Action, 
Great as our Caufe, becoming honeft Men, 

; [Crites with Euphemia, enters to *eml 

Zen The fair Euphemia i 
' Lyf O ! thou Royal Maid ! 
No Sanctuary left for Innocence ! 

Eupb. 'Tis.fic my Fathers Fortune fhou'd be mine, 

Crit. I've fnatch'd this Casket from the common 

v Spoil, 

Worthy the Safeguard of the general Gods : 
And, as my Matter's Heart is treafur'd here, 
Will place her in the Virgin Goddsfs' Shrine* 



8 The Spartan Dame. 

Xen. The Gods, and good Mens Pray'rs muft fide 
with us. [Crites with Euphemia go out one way ; 

Lyfander and Zenocles another. 

Shouts, feveral Citizens enter. 

1 Cit. Nay, better or worfe, as time fhall try ; but 
fo it is. Now we fhall have the Laws for taking 
away our Debts, and dividing Lands. Lycurgus, as 
you have all heard, was a wife Man, and lov'd the 
People. In his Days we were all equal. 

2 Cit. Equal ! Neighbour, as how ? How equal ? 

pray? 

1 Cit. How equal ? why equal in refpect of 

Equality ! 

How (hou'd it be ! that is, one Man as good as an- 
other. 

2 Cit. Ay, thofe were Times indeed : but we* and 

onr Fathers afore us, 
Now-a-days, are little better than Rafcals, that's the 
Truth on't. [/Trumpets flourift?* 

i Cit. Stand afide : the new King is coming this 

Let's fee how his Majefty has alter'd him — • 
The very fame thing ftill for Courtefie. — — 

See how he bows, and fmiles on every Hand ; 

Stand clofe, he'll fpeak anon. 

Cleombrotus attended. Agefilaus, Maridrocles, and 
Thracion, with Lyfander, Zenocles, and Crites, 
Pr if oners. 

Cleom. My Thanks among you, my mod worthy 
Friends ! 

This but begins, what a long happy Reign ; 
(The Gods and you confirm it long, and happy,) 
Shall multiply in Blelfings on you all. 
Not One of you, who has this Day appear'd 
In the Defence of Sparta, and her Laws, 

But 



The Spartan Dame. 9 

But Sparta here adopts among her Sons. 

Crit. The Sons of Sparta now are Slaves indeed. 

Cleom. And as her Sons, mall find a Parents Care 
To make you happy, and fecurc you fo, 
la ail the comrrion Goods of Government. 

Orkney Liberty, Freedom ; Liberty in Sparta. 

[Shouting. 

Cleom. Enough of this* I wou'd entreat you all 
To wait me to the Scnate-Houfe ; there I 
Will give the Reafons of my Actions : 
Which, when our frighted Senators fball find 
Founded on no Deiigns, but what intend 
The publick Weal, our Liberties, and Laws, 
And the kind Care of all our People's Peace > 
How will they bluft for fo miftaking me I 

Agef. Miftaking you indeed, and all your Ends. 

Cleom. Agejilausy you are the Efhorus, 
The People's firft chief Magiftrate in Sparta. 

Agef. But you their Champion and Deliverer. 

Mand. The Patron of the People's Liberties. 

*Thraf Their Lives, and Freedoms, ail redeem'd 
by you. 

Cleom. Thefe are high founding Titles, but the way 
To keep 'em mine ? 

Agef. By palling of the Laws 
For cancelling Debts. >■ • - 

Cleom. And the dividing Lands? 

Agef Sir, cancelling their Debts, at prefent will 
Content 'em s full keep fomethihg in your Hands ; 
Dividing of the Lands may ferve a Turn 
Anbther time, and make ah After-Game. 

Cleom 1 am advis'd : lead to the Senate-Houfe. 

Agef. Yet e'er you go, begin a Juftice here, 
Upon the Peoples, and your Enemies. 

Cleom. My Mercy had forgot 'em. Zenoclesi 
And you Lyfander, what you have advis'd, 
And acted againft me, I freely pardon. 
But as you have betrayed the Peoples Truft, 

C Being 



io The Spartan Dame, 



Being of the Epborate y yet fiding with 
Leonidas, againft their Intereft : 
1, in the People's Name, difcard you Both 
From that high Office ; which I will fupply 
With Men of worthier Note : You Mandrocles, 
And 'fbracion, (hall fill up this Vacancy. 

Mand. and 7W. We are your Servants ever. 

Zen, We are doom'd. 

Lyf. Is there ought elfe ? 

,^/Reieafe em: You are free. But here's a Rogue 
Juft ripe, and ready for the Hangman's Hands. 

Cleom.Thou Firebrand of Fools! what canft thou fay 
To qualify thy Mikhick by Excufe,in hopes of Pardon ? 

Crit. What I did, I did in honeft Earneft, and by 
open Day, 
In Duty "to the Intereft I ferv'd : 
And now to ftammer out a weak Defence, 
Can't make me innocent, but wou'd betray 
A Fear, that never fhall be Part of me. 

Cleom. I know thee dangerous; yet fince thou haft 
Some Virtues, which prefer and place thee near 
The Truft, and Bofom of a Man I love, 
And wou'd engage, I pardon all that's paft, 
Eurytion pardons thee : but his Heart fcorns 
To be oblig'd : and therefore we are fore'd 
Not to depend upon him. Forward, Friends. [Exeuntl 

Eurytion enters to Lyfander, Zenocles, and Crites. 

Crit. Life is not yet become a Burden to me j 
Therefore I offer up, in thankfulnefs, 
To my Preferver, to Eurytion, 

My Days to come, and their beft Services, to wait 
upon your Fortune. 
Eury. I accept them, and thy Love. Thou truly 
gallant Man ! 
Come to my Arms : and O! embrace him all. 

Spirit feems infpir'd to raife the Hopes of ho- 
neft Men, And 



Lioe SPARTAN UAME. 



And I obey the Call : no longer then 
Be our Hearts Strangers to each others Breafts ; 
Fearlefs, and free, we'll interchange our Souls, 
Both of the paft,- and what we may expeiS; from what's 
to come. 

Zen. What is there to exped ? 

Lyf Or what can come ? 

Eitry. Let not the Carriage of Cleombrotus 
Lull us in a fupine Security, 
Sooth our Credulity to the fond Thought, 
That he can pardon us. We are not fafe, 
Till he be fatisfied his PowV is fo : 
And that can't be, but by the Fall of thofe 
Who have appear'd his Enemies. 

Crit. And how we Hand in his Opinion, is well 
known. 

Eury. We are not Boys, nor is Cleombrotus ; 
Whofe quick Sufpicion, as it will awake 
His Fears of us, fo let our Reafon too 
Provide againft the Danger of thofe Fears, 
Which always end in Blood. 

Crit. For my own part, I value Life, but juft as 
Life deferves. 

Eury. A fudden Thought, buthudled andconfus'd* 
Unargu'd yet, infpires me with high Hopes, 
Which our united Counfels may digeft 
To a maturity of Growth and Pow'r. 

Lyf. This Place is much frequented, and too publick 
For our prefent Purpofe, 

Eury. Pray withdraw with me, 
And you (hall know the Ground I work upon. 
If then you find my Means fufficient 
To lead us on in this great Enterprize ; 

Our Dangers, as our Hopes, will be the fame, 

A Lift with Honour > or a Death with Fame [Exeunt. 



ACT 



A C T II. SCENE I. 



Eurytion, with Crites and a Servant, gives a 
_ Letter to a Servant , who goes oat. 

TLury* p**- m ,w '-4 H E S E mull with Speed and Safety 

be convey 'd. 
9 And, Crites, in thefe Tablets, you 
J1L will find 

The Method 1 propofe in my Defign, 
Which you muft be inflructed in : You'll find 
Something concern my Wife ; let that be kept 
A Treafure in thy Heart : for on that Truft 
Depends my All. 

Grit. I'll keep it as my Heart. 

Eury. Things thus difpos'd for our Intelligence, 
Nothing that in our Abfence paffes here, 
Can Tcape our quickeft Notice. 

Cm, Nothing can : 
The diilance of Tqgm from this Place, 
Favours our Ports, that may be hourly with you, 

Eury. My time grows fhort : I have a Word or two 
For my Ihelamias Ear : A farewell Kifs, 
Parting with fuch a Wife, may be ailow'd, 
And not difgrace my Duty j that Rite pay'd, 
Thither I follow too. [Going. 

Crit. I know not v/hat, 
My Raying here behind methinks appears 
But an un active, lafy 

Eury. Pray, no more ! 

Crit. I wou'd do fomething for him. 

Eury: Your Haying here at this time, fervesusfyeiV 
Befides, Thelamin in my Abfence may 
Need the Protection of thy friendly Care. 

Crit. Sir, I have done, and the Charge honours me. 

Eury. 



The Spartan Dame. 13 

Eury. Pray trifeVjttil my Wife I'll go my ft$ : ~ 

But fee fhe meets my way 4 

The Graces all attending on her Steps 

[Thelamia enters to him. 
I flood but now fuperior, and unmov'd, 
Ev'n in this Flefb, and Frailty of a Man, 
To all the Storms of this bad Under-world, 
But wonder at the Virtue of thy Lore ; 
Which, tho' worfe Days were to fucceed thefe bad. 
Might entertain me thro' long weary Years 
Of wretched Life: driving ail my Cares 
In thy dear Arms ; forgetting all for thee. 

Thel. O thou firft Fondnefs of a Virgin Heart! 
How (hall my untaught Innocence inftrud: me ? 
How tell thee what my Heart wou'd have thee know ? 

£«7-Thy Eyes inform me, theirchafte Beams infpire 
And fpeak in Smiles the Language of thy Heart ; 
Thy Heart, the Throne of Virtue ! where my Peace, 
My Happinefs, and Life muft wait for ever. 

Oit. I may provide her better Company. ZA/tde. 

Eury. O let me thus tranfported, view thee ftill ! 
Still thus tranfported touch thee ! and each Touch, 
As ravifhing, as was that furious Firft, 
That gave me the PofTenlon of thy Love, 
And made thee mine for ever. 

Crrt. He grows warm 
On the Imagination : I may cool you. [AJide. 

'Thel. Cou'd this but lad, my Lord. 

Eur. It ever (halt 

Thel. I fear the Gads are envious of our Joys- 
Eury. Thus thou haft often heard me : all my Words 
Thus charm'd, and fitted to thy tender Ear : 
As when I look upon thee, my fir'd Heart 
Muft wanton in the P^apture of thy Praife. 
Thus thou haft always found me : but til! now, 
Ne'er came prepaid to leave rhce. I have told thee 
The hard NeceiJity that prcfl^s me, 
Aod by my Abfence beft will be obey'd. 



14 The Spartan: Dame. 

Thel. Our Marriage fure was ominous: the Storms 
That threatned, and the Face of Things 
That frown'd upon its^Birth, when we were join'd, 
Portend fucceeding Mifchiefs. 

Eury. Not to thee, 
My Love? They cannot mean thee any harm: 
Safe in thy Innocence, and Sifter's Love, 
Thy Fears are vain : But I have done thofe things, 
Ckombmus, tho' I were reconcii'd 
To all his Ills, can never pardon me. 
Therefore my Safety does advife my Abfence now. 

Thel. O take me with you then ! This is a World 
The Weak will fuffer in : and who fo weak, 
As Woman thus expos'd, thus naked left, 
Without the Care 

Eury. Thou art my deareft Care. 

Thel. Yet I am left behind you 

Eury. Not expos'd : 
O ! think not fo : my Crites here, my Friend, 
Whofe Honefly, and faithful Services 
Have fo renown'd, is thy Security, 
Thy Refuge from all Wrongs. 

frit. Sir, I am bound the Servant of your Fortune. 

Thel. He indeed is truly honefl: and 'tis fome Relief 
Of my Misfortunes that he flays behind. 

Crit. My Life upon the Truft 

Eury. I know thy Faith. 
And farther, Crites % let Bizantbe know 
Her near Relation to my Wife does claim 
Her, a Companion of this So!itude,during my Abfence. 

Thel. Her kind Company will pafs away the me- 
lancholy Hours. 

Crit. Madam, my Wife fhail confiantly attend you. 

Eury. Tho' I am forc'd thus to abfent my felf 
From all I love; I mall contrive ibme Means, 
Some friendly Intervals to vifit thee : 
But then my Coming muft be private, made 
A Secret, my own Servants no* employ 'd. 

Crites, 



The Spartan Dame. 15 

Crites, who has my Reafons, will inform you, 
At better Leifure, why I thus proceed. 

Tbel I have fufficient Reafons in your Will, 
A Law to me, and ihall be fo obey'd. 

Eury. He fball be qualify 'd from time to time, 
To let you know whiit happens. 

Thel 1 muft hear 
Hourly of your Health. I know not why, 
Altho' I know you fafe in Crites* Faith, 
Yet ftill my Heart muft tremble in its Fears. 

Eury. Only the Tendernefs of parting Love 
Banilh all Fears. [Exeunt^ 

Crit. Ay, fo fays Crites too, 
Security will ferve the Turn as well. 
Here he difpofes in my Hand the Scheme 

Of their Defigns* To much for State Affairs — — ? 

Then he commits his Wife to the Protection of my 
Care, 

And certain Honefty. Why thus he fpares 
My Pains, and plays the Game into my Hand. 
My Honefty! alas! that has long fince 
Been brib'd by the Ambition of thofe Hopes, 
Cleombrotus muft raife to Growth and Power. 
Therefore I am his Slave, and act all Parts, 

His Spy in Bufinefs, and in Love his what ? 

The Word indeed is coarfe to dainty Ears. 
But he that makes his Fortune in this World, 
Muft fometimes do what he won'd bluQi to name. 

I wou'd not be obferv'd — — the Coaft is clear • 

[Goes to the Door and returns. 
The Commerce of the World will have us fave 
Th' Appearances, and Drefs of Decency : 
We muft put on thofe Forms, and Features, which 
Refemble, and come neareft our Defign. 
All are not born with handfome Faces ; then 
Mend cm, the Ladies will advife, 
Paint to the fair Complexion of the Time*, 
And hide the natural Deformity. 

Whom 



1 6 The Spartan Dame. 



Whom have we here ? I wou'd obferve un- 

Celona enters with Mandrocles, and Thracian 
cringing to her. 

Celo. News of a Crown, and Royal Dignity* 
Is worth a Welcome fure from any Hand. 
But when fuch Men- 

e fhra. The Servants of your Will. 

•Celo. Such Friends———- 

Man. Your honour'd, faithful Slaves. 

Celo. Such worthy Friends ! 

Maud. Our Lives, and Interefts 
.Devoted to your Ma jelly's Command. 

Celo. When fuch as you are the kind Mergers* 
How can my Gratitude exprefs my Thanks! 

Mand. Madam, the Honour of your Royal Hand — 

T'bra. Q'erpays our Hopes. [Offering to kifs 

her Hand, fie puts 7 em by. 

ChoXou Brace of courteous, cringing Sycophants! 
You double hearted Slaves, and double tongud i 
Whofe hollow Flatteries wou'd win me to 
Your rotten Sides, only to prop your Pride. 
A vaunt, be gone: But that I fcorn, deteft 
All the Advantages of Place, or Pow'r, 
Such defpicable, wretched Inftruments 
Can raife my Fortune to, you fiou'd not fcape 

The common Hangman's Hands my Thoughts 

are bent 

On Matters more importing than your Death. 
But fly in time, hated, and curs'd be gone ; 
For if you tempt rne longer by your flay, 
This Dagger Gmll reward your Viiian ies. 

[Drives \m off. 
How I abhor the odious fight of em ! 

[Crites comes forward^ 
But here comes one, an. honed hearted Man, 
/Vnd welcome to my Eyes* Grit, 



The Spartan Dame. 17 

Crit. Madam, you feem 
Diilurb'd at fomething ; yibax. can be the Caufe ? 

Celo. A Trifle, Crites, at the firft defpis'd, 
But now forgot : My Sifter is within ? 
Pray let her know I m here. 

Grit. I'm proud to ferve you. [Exit, 

Celo. Oh ! that I eou'd recall the Innocence 
Of yefterday : then there were Halcyon Calms 1 
What a Tranquility, and Peace of Mind, 
Employ'd the Hours in Comforts on my Days ! 
My full Content fate fmiling on my Brow, 
And laughing in my Heart : now fled far off. 

Eurytion with Thelamia and Crites. 

Eury. Once more farewell, 'tis hard to part with 
thee, 

But part we muft : now, Crites, I am gone. 

[Exit with Crites. ; 

Celo. I did not think, 'Thelamia, that your Husband 
Cou'd pafs thus coldly by : methought his Eyes 
Were cautious of me, and at diftance held, 
Glanced on me the Sufpicion of his Fears. 

Thel. Oh ! do not blame Eurytion, tax not him 
Of any Fault, but charge it where it is. 

Celo. I .bring along with me a Sifter's Love $ 
Wou'd have it fo believ'd, and fo return M : 
No Spy upon his Actions. 

Thel. You are rais/d 
A Partner of that Power he has opposed. 
From that Reflection, Sifter, you muft find 
My Lord's Excufe ; who, baniuVd from himfelf* 
And driven from the Temper of his Soul, 
The natural Difpofition of his Love, 
Compeli'd and forced, appears thus chang'd and coldk 

Celo. Oh Sifter! can a Lady fhow herfelf 
To more Advantage, than in pleading thus 
A Husband's Caufe ? Yet that I am deny U' 

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i8 The Spartan Dame. 



O S 'tis a Theme for the Athenian Song • 
And fits the Virtue of a Spartan Wife. 

Cleombrotus mth Agefilaus to J em>> 

Thel Here comes the King. 

Celo. Are you turn'd Courtier too ? 

Agef. He mull have chang'd his Purpofe, elfe he 

had 

Fain into their Ambufti. 

Cleom. I am pleas'd 
His Flight has &kjM 'cm : to Tcgaa I know he's 

gone, 

Some two Hours hence I fhall have Bufinefs ripe 
For your Advice. 
Agef. My Duty fliall attend your Majefty. 

[Exit. 

Thel. 'Tis fit I leave you. 

Celo. I wou'd have you flay. 

Cleom. Oh, Madam, are you found > This is a 

Place 

I'm pleas'd to find you in. 
Celo.. I'm glad you're pleas'd. 
Cleom. I come, Tbelamia, as a Brother ought to 
vifit you. 

Thel. That Title of y our Love makes all my Hap- 

pinefs. 

Cleom. I know your Heart is full of Fears, that 
your foft, gentle Sex, 
The Difpofition of your Natures takes 
More' dangerous Imprefllons of your Fears, 
Than Bodies frronger form d ^ therefore 1 come — . 

Celo, Like a kind Brother 

Thel, Heaven grant he prove no more!' 

Cleom. I know, in the Obligation of your Blood, 
And as becomes the Office of your Love, 
You have already told her — — * 

Celo. Told her, Sir ! 

Cleom: 



The Spartan Dame. 19 

Cleom. Ay, - given her all thofekind AfTurances-- 

Celo. Of what, my Lord? 

Cleom, Of me and of my Fortune : 
Which, as my Friends lhall ftill command } flie may 
£xpedl an ample Share in. 

Celo. That Subject, Sir, you beft can. ipeak. upon. 

Cleom, You fhou'd have done it. 

Celo. What Power had I > 

Cleom. Ycu know my Power is yours : 
Eefides, it muft have been a grateful Theme. 

Celo. I thought not fo. 

Cleom. Kow ! 'twou'd have pleas'd you fure ? 

Celo. Far otherwife. 

Cleom. I thought it might have pleas'd you. 
Celo. No, I do not underftand it. 
Cleom. That is ftrange. 
Celo. JNor care to be inftrucled. 
Cleom. This proceeds from fome more fubtle 
Caufe. 

Celo. From a plain Truth : 
Nor do I underitand how I can give 
Her more Affurances, than I myfelf 
Can take from j^our new Fortune. 

Chom. That indeed 
You cannot well $ She has a Sifter's Claim, 
But you're the Miftrefs of it, and my Queen. 
Come, come, no more of this Indifference, 
ThisColdnefs misbecomes your prefent State^ 
It looks like Envy of your Happinefs, 
Which only Fools inflict upon themfelves. 

Celo. All Arguments are unavailing now, 
Tedious and from the Pnrpole ^ and to ask 
Why you have thus proceeded, cannot change 
The Nature of the Action, or undo 
What is already done. 

Cleom. Grant that, and then 
We muft look forward, where the opening Scene 
Difclofes Nature, elegantly drefs'd, 

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20 The Spartan Dame. 

To welcome us in her inviting Arms i 

We have that glorious Profpect now in view. 

To turn and wonder at the (lippery Paths, • 

The heavy Steps, the difficult Degrees, 

By which we rofe, were to deny ourfelves 

Thofe Pleafures, which invited firrt our Hopes, 

And wou'd reward our Pains. No, Madam, no-- — » 

Celo. Oh! Sifter, witnefs to my Virtue now, 
Which tempted thus, thus courted to a Throne, 
And by the Man, who has all Charms for me, 
Stands yet refolv'd. 

TbeL Of what? 

Cleom. Refolvci! 

Celo. Oh, Sir, were it a Task for every common 
Strength • 
To undertake, it were no Part for me: 
But loving as I do, and fo belov'd ! 
Profperi ty inviting every Senfe, 
With various Arts, to unprovide my Mind! 
What but a 1 Spartan Spirit can fuftain 
The Shock of fuch Temptations | thus refolve 
To leave, the Comforts of your Bed and Throne, 
And live a Mourner for a Husband s Crimes > 

Cleom, How! How! Ctloval won d Tbeh-mia eie 
Have us'd Eprytion thus ? 

Celo. He never wou'd 
Have given her this Caufe \ my Life, my Love, 
My Fortune, ihy Obedience, all are yours- 
But of my eternal Part, my deathlefs Fame, 
I am the Miftrefs, ahd'muft here command. 
True Sorrow ©nly lives witfiin the Heart, 
And in our Actions beft is underttood i 

Therefore my Virtue will allow no Mean [ 

I malt renounce your Power, or ihare your Crimes. 

Cleom. This Virtue which you fenfleily affect, 
Is ^Plebeian Weaknefs in your Soul, 
A poor degenerate Fear of what may be, 
Which nobler JVLuids can never apprehend. 

Celo. 



Spartan Dame, it 

Celo. My Lord ! my Lord ! I was not born to 
fear *, 

My Country places me above my Sex: 
I am a Spartan born, can know no Fears 
But of Diftionour ^ and I woud be frill 
A Coward in thofe Fears. 

Thel. Where will this end > 

Celo. But you are pleased to tax me, i n ymr 
Phrafe, * 
Of a Plebeian Weaknefs: Sir, Ifcorn 
A groveling Soul^ I have a Mind as high, 
As generouily infpir'd with Royal Thoughts 
As enterprizing, great, and glorious, 
As e'er Ambition prompted toa Crown. 

Cleom. Give me but a Proof of this. 

Celo. I will. 

Cleom. I ask no more. 

Celo. The higheft Proof. Oh ! were what you 
poffefs, 

A Fortune nobly rais'd in the Defence 

Of Kites infulted, or invaded Laws! 

Your Crown, the Thanks of a free'd Peoples Love ! 

The Gift of vindicated Liberty ! 

A Wreath of Triumph over Tyranny ! 

The glorious Spoil of Arbitrary Power, 

Wrefted and torn from an Oppreffbrs Hand ! 

Oh ! were it fp defer v'd, and fo beftowd, 

How could 1 drefs that Brow, and deck my own! 

What Plots, what Fa&ions, what Confpiracies, 

What impudent Rebellion fhould oppofe 

Your Title then ! I have a Royal Soul 

W r ou'd throw me on my Fate, never to reft, 

Till I were in the Grave, or on the Throne. 

Cleom. Exert that Royal Soul, let.it ftill reign. 

Celo. I will, and as I wou'd all Dangers undertake, 
To ihare the Godlike Power of doing Good* 
So from that facred Right of Sovereignty, 
I fcorn the Privilege of doing 111. 

No 



2% The Spartan Dame. 

No generous Motive from the P'ublick Caufe, 

But an Impulfe of impotent Defire, 

The wandring Luff of a licentious Will, 

Has hurry'd 7011, to violate all Laws, 

Which ftood between you and your impious Ends. 

3 Tis therefore! abhor your Tyranny r 

That bafe-born Iffite of unlawful Might ! 

Begot upon the Fears of bad Mens Crimes, 

Or proftituted flavifh Principles 3 

Gaelic;] in Infarny, and rear'd in Vice f 

Fatied with Feairs of undeferved Praifel 

Elown up with Flattery to a Giant .Size 

Of Rapine, and oppreifive Inlblence, 

To trample down the Bounds of Property, 

And feize the common Birth-right, Liberty. 

This is theMonfter Idol you fet up, 

Which, in the Pride of Virtue, I defpife, 

And in that Pride I go But do not think 

You can be fafe, you and j^our dark Defigns 
Long cannot profper ^ nay, by Hercules, 
The Father of our Empire, I hope they wo'not long j 
Nay, I myfelf will head my Country's Caufe 
Againft your Crimes — But Oh! the Conflict here f 
You judging Gods ! whofe Sentence has afllgn'd 
To wretched Mortals our proportion d Share 
Of Labour^ and our Recompence of Fame 
For Virtuous Actions, look in Pity on me : . 
Compofe this toft, this terftp eft-beaten Breaff, 
With ■ different Tiaes of fwelling Woe opprefs'dj 
By turns Tuftsin the Daughter and the Wife, 
Or fink Cehva in the glorious Strife. [&riJS 
Clecm. You wo' hot leave me too J 
TheL 111 follow' her, and bring her back, 
-'Geom* O! you may fpare your pains. 
Her Fury mutt have way^ flies belt alone, 
And we as well without her. 

Thel how, my Lord ! 
You do -not fpeak your Thoughts, yoir cannot mean— 



The Spartan Dame. .[12$ 

CleoJtu I can mean only thee ! All that thy 
Pray rs 

Can ask of Heavn, all that the Gods can grant 
In anfvver of thy Wiihes, all he thine : 
Eternal Youth; -an Ever-riling Spring 
Of fmiling Beauty, in its blufhing Bloom, 
Make thee the Pride and Wiih of Hearts and Eyes: 
All Joys, allBleffings, which long happy Years * 
Of Empire can beftow, I mean to thee. 

Thel Where wou'.d this lead me > 

Cleom. O ! thou canft not be 
So dull, Thelamia, not to apprehend 
What this intends : I wou'd prepare thee thus 
By foft degrees, gently engage thy Ear, 
In favour of a Caufe, which I muft plead, 
And thou muft judge. 

Thel. My Sentence will be mild. 

Cleom. Indeed thy Looks are wondrous pitiful $ 
Thy Heart's a-kin to 'em. 

Thel. I mean, my Lord, 
I may prove partial, and pronounce for you, 
As you're my King, and brother. 

Cleom. O that Word ! 
Woifd I were more than that, or not fo much, 
That Brother is too cold: canft thou not find 
A nearer Name? one nearer to thy Love, 
That better can belpeak thee. 

Thel There is none $ 
No Name, in the Relation of our Blood, 
Kindred,, or Family, nearer ally'd 
To our Affections, than -a Brother is 3 
Husband is only more, 

Cleom. And yet you fee 
I am forfaken : nay, Tbelamia, you 
Ev'n you re abandoned by a Husband too. 
Good Gods ! what is this Marriage? that fofoon 
Depraves our Appetites, that thus prefers 
Vile Things to pretious? It comes like Eroft 

Upon 



24 The Spartan Dame. 

Upon a forward Spring : the Flower of Youth^ 
Wanton in gay Defires, here nipt, flirinks in 
With all its Sweets, drooping the tender Head 
Upon its Stalk, no worthier than a Weed. 

Tiel. You're merry, Sir, with our Condition. 

Cleom. Who but a Husband ever cou*d perfuade 
His Heart to leave the Bofom of thy Love, 
For any phlegmatick Defign of State, 
Of Life, or Fortune ? But he's (satisfied, 
And I fhou'd not complain j his Abfence makes 
Me room for my Deiires 

T'hel. Defires, my Lord ! 

Cleom. We are forfaken, but not quite forlorn^ 
Not deftitute of Comfort : there remains 
ARecompence- 

T'hel. A Recompence ! , 

Cleom. Rich as my Hopes — 

T'hel What Hopes ? 

Cleom, That feems intended by our very Fat£S, 
Deiigningly removing every Bar, 
To make our way to one another's Arms. 
Why do you fly me ? 

T'hel. O ! I now perceive my Ruin plain* 

Ckom. What can you fear in me ? 

T'hel. I am moft miferable. 

Cleom. How? 

T'hel. No more ; 
tVe heard too much : it was too great a Wrong 
Ev'n to fufped my Virtue j but to explain 
Your guilty Thoughts, is fuch a Privilege 
Your high Place only gives you I and from this 
I fear a future Tyranny. 

Cleom. Away ! 
My Thoughts, my every Word, my Anions, 
Are Slaves to the Obedience of thy Will, 
Nor can affume a Privilege from Pow'r 
Of violating thee : but Want will fpeak, 
And all my Want is J-pve." 



The Spartan Dame. z$ 

Thel Call it not Love * 
Coming from you, it has another Name, 
Too horrid for the Ear. Were I that Wretch ^ 
Were ev'ry Light extinguim'd in the Mind, 
Which brightens Virtue, and fhews Vice moft foul 5 
Were I forfaken of all Senfe of Good, 
Abandoned, and led captive to all 111 : 
One, whofe experienced Wickednefs cou'd prove 
Adultery no Sin ; yet, ev'n there, 
Among the common Rout, )^ou coti'd not hope : 
Tho' I were feard againft all other Sins, 
Inceft wou'd make me tremble : Sure it is 
On this Side Hell known only in the Name : 
A Reprobate fo loft ^ there cannot be 
So damn'd a Reprobate to a& it, fure ! 

Cleom. Why, Madam^, do you think I cou d proceed 
Thus far, upon this Subject, without Thought, 
A ferious judging Senfe of Good and 111 ? 
I have a Soul like you, a Confcience too, 
That apprehends the Terror of fach Guilt • 
With Fears as nice as yours \ and, but I know 

My loving you cannot be any Crime. 

Thel I have a Refuge yet, a Dagger here. [Afiie, 
Cleom. Brother, and Sifter, are but Terms of Art 5 
Occafionally fafhion'd to the Ends 
Of Government^ as Marriage is no more 
Than a mere human Obligation $ 
Of no more Force than is ordain'd by Pow'r $ 
Which, as it ties the Knot, unties it too: 
And I ordain it lhall no longer bind. 
Thel O ! Sir, confider.— — 
Cleom. All that you can fay, 
I have confider d. I have curs'd my Fate, 
But how does that avail me ? Curs'd my felf, 
And the repented Rafhnefs of my Youth, 
Whofe unadvifing Folly gave me to 
Your Sifter's Bed, now furfeited and loath'd. 



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Thel 



26 The Spartan Dame. 



Thel Can you repent your Marriage? 
Cleom. Curfes can't mend my Condition ^ yet I rriuft 
curfe 

Eurytion, all the World, that comes between 
Me and my Joys ifi thee. But this is wild, 
Quite from my Purpofe, idly lofing Time, 
Whofe precious Minutes, as they pafs along, 
May bring me Comforts: O! there can be none, 
But in thy Arms 5 there I mull find my Joys, 

Or never find em. ■ 

[He pr effing her, fie draws a Dagger. 

Thel. Find 'em in the Grave. 

Cleom. A Dagger ! arm'd againft me ! 

Thel Stir not a Step: I wear it for my felf, 
If you attempt me farther. 

Cleom. Have a Care 5 You wonnot wound yourfelf? 

Thel A Thoufand Wounds 
This, as the Gnard of Virtue, {hall beftow, 
Rather than leave me to your brutal Will, 
The Murder oi my Fame. 

Cleom. This wonnot do : 
I mud: try other Means. [AJtde. 

Thel I know I'm within your Pow>, expos'd to 
your wild Rage : 
But Death's a San&uary from all Wrongs, 
And that I can command. 

Cleom. O ! only die. 
The guilty Memory of what is pad:, 
My Sin, and now my Shame. 

Thel Can you fay fo, and not repent ? 

Cleom. But you cannot forgive : 
I can't forgive myfelf : fve done thofe Things 
Which Pardon cannot reach. 

Thel If this be true 

Cleom. I caimot look upon that injur'd Face] j 

Now to diflemble well — without a Guilt, 
That quite confounds me. 



Thel 



The Spartan Dame. 27 

The], May the Gods, whom you 
Have injured moft, forgive you. 

Cleom. I have wrong d you. 

Thel I freely pardon you. 

Cleom. How have I flept ! your Virtue only cou'd 
Reftoreme tomyfelf: I tremble, now, 
At the Apprehenfion of my Wickednefe, 
Of monftVous Size, and fearful to conceive. 
But my Repentance fets all right again. 
Sifter, Farewel — this Vi&ory is yours. 

[Leads her to the Door 
The next be mine, thefe Meafure&but begin, 
What Love by Stratagem, or Force, muft win, [Exit 



The End of the Second ACT. 

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£ 2 ACT 



28 Spartan Dame. 




Act III Scene I. 



Agefila.us and Crites. 



HAT Way I have myWifh* but 
Celona ! fhe 

BR Tjfy^ Confounds my Policy : What can 
fhe mean > 

MUMM' Git. What can fhe mean ? Why 



fne fpeaks plain enough. 

Agefi- 1 apprehend the fatal Confequence, 
Tho" the King won't. 

Git. Alas! Sir, he's employ M 
In other Fears : Love takes up all his Tim 2 : 
But tfie fole Minifay of his Affairs, 
The State, you rule. 

Agef. And I had fix'd it fure, 
Had not my Amhiiih for Leonids been difappointed. 

Oh. I fliould think, indeed, his Death were well 
refolv*d. 

Agef. I haveadvis'd it often, but the King- \ 

G it. Dont trouble him. 
When 'tis once done, he'll find that 'tis well done. 
Agef. 'Tis certainly moft neceflary. 

mk. Git, 



The Spartan Dame. 29 

Crit. If it beneceffary, it is juft 
And in juft Things, fometimes to ferve a Prince 
Againft his Will, is the beft Loyalty. 

Jgef Then 'tis our Duty, Crites ? 

Crit. Without Doubt ^ 
And more than fo, our own Security. 

Agef. What's to be done ? There's nothing to be done 
Or thought on, where he is — cou'd we decoy 
Him here to Sparta 

Crit. That's impoffible. 

Agef. But how ? What Means ? What Arts ? 

Crit O ! there are none. 

Agef Then think not on't : 
He muft live on, if 'tis impoiTible 
To bring him in our Pow'r. 

Crit. Not quite impoffible, 
But very difficult. 

Jgef Suppofe you, you, methinks, might quickly 
find 

Pretences probable in his Affair, to draw him here. 

Crit. What, Sir, if he were here? 

Agef Here he fhou d ftay, 
Murder'd as foon as enter'd. 

Crit. Here's a Letter 
Will fpeak what I have thought upon thefe Things. 

Agef 'Tis to Leonidas. 

Crit. Pray read it. 

SIR, 

THE Gods declare vpon your Side, in their Infpiration 
of Celona, whofe Virtue, confirm d by me, has this 
Night refolv d the Murder of the tyrant. Pray fail 
not to head your Friends, who will be ready toferveyott. 

Agef This cannot fail : Crites. 
Her Carriage makes all eafy to his Faith ; 
He will believe, and come. 

Crh. 



30 The Spartan Dame. 

Crh. Come ! he will come : 
Not for thofe Reafons, which you apprehend, 
And might invite another. 

Age], I cannot guefs what you rely on 

Crit. This. I know the Nicenefs of his Virtue fuch 9 
That when the Letter tells him that his Daughter 
Intends her Hufhand's Murder, he will fly, 
To fave her from the Sin. 

Agef. He may refolve 
To pardon her, and fo not make fuch Hafte. 

Crit. O ! You are wide of him : Not this Earth s 
Rule 

Cou'd bribe him to confent to fuch a Crime, 
Tho'far femov'd, and diftant from his Bloody 
But when fo near him as a Daughter's Sin, 
You need not doubt his Coming. 

Agef. Have you faid when he (hou'd come ? 

Crit. The Poftfcript fays at Twelve. 

Agef. It does, and it appoints your Houfe the Place : 
It is the fitteft Place. 

Criu I'm unfufpe&ed : 
Give me but your Authority, and fome 
Convenient Villains, who dare do the Deed, 
And he {hall fall as foon as enter there. 

Agef This Letter muft be fent. 

Crit Tim&iis will convey it fpeedily — - 

He waits without [Goes to the Door, Timseus 

takes the Letter.'] 

Agef So, this will make all fure. 

Crit. Fail not upon your Life. 

Tim. My Life upon t. [Exit. 

Crit. I've order d him to ftay, juft 'till he fees 
leomias fet forward, then to come 
With his beft Speed, and bring me certain Word. 

Agef You muft attend — 

Crit. Only a Love Affair, 
Which happens luckily enough, and fhall 
To-Night employ the King. 



The Spartan Dame. 31 

Agef. That will allow 
Us Time for our Defigns : fm glad it thrives. 

Crit. O ! all goes very well. 

Agef. He's coming forth : 
When you're at Leiiure, I muft fpeak with you. [Exit, 

Cleombrotus to Crites. 

Cleom. Thou art the Life of Counfel 
It muft be juft as thou fay'ft. 
Crit. Indeed, I think it beft. 
Cleom. Undoubtedly the beft : And I muft own 
Myfelf ith' Wrong, as Paflion always is, 
So like a mad-brain'd Boy, to think of Force. 

Crit. I muft confefs, ' a violent Remedy 
In fome defpairing Points does very well $ 
When nothing elfe will do, 'tis well apply'd, 
And then a Rape is neceffary. But 
Your Cafe is far from this : She's in your Pow'r, 
And cannot 'fcape you : Nay, I fay agen, 
She lhannot, Sir and when I thus declare, 
You {hall enjoy her any Way you pleafe, 
You wou'd not chufe a Violation. 

Cleom. Thou art my Guide of Love. 

Crit. This Way, that I propofe, 
Shall introduce you for Emytion, 
Give you a free Admiffion to her Bed, 
Which you may fatisfy as well as he. 

Cleom. Then for his Care in coming unattended, in 
the Dark 

Crit. Unknown of all but me, his faithful Friend. 

Cleom. Makes ftill for us. 

Crit. All Things muft be remov'd, 
And filent to receive you. 

Cleom. If (he difcover me 

CriU Why, if (he does 

Cleom. Wou'd it were come to that. 

Crit. Sir, it fhall come. 

C/iom. I am impatient. ^ GJf. 



32 The Spartan Dame. 

Cut. 5 Tis too early, yet, and you mull wait there 

is no Remedy. 
Cleom. Then I muft wait. 
Crit. The Hour will foon arrive. 

Cleom. Crites, withdraw with me We muft be 

nice 

In every Circurnftance of Place, and Time : 

Thofe we'll agree within • This Service done, 

My Thanks in thy Reward lhall follow foon. [Exeunt 

S C E N E II. A Bed-chamber. 
Thelamia and Byzanthe. 

Tbel I pity thee, Byzanthe 5 thy Gayety 
Has caught the Infection of my Company, 
And thou art melancholy too. 

Byz. I wifh I cou'd divert you, Madam. 

Tbel X thank ,thy Love, my Friend 5 'tis growing 
late ^ 

Yet, e'er I go to Bed, FU try to read 

An Hour away ^ it may deceive the Time. 

Byz. Pleafe you, I'll JJ:ay and wait. 

Tbel. O ! by no means : 

I am too troublefome, but thou art kind. 

[Exit Byzanthe. 

Thelamia Jits down at a Table, and opens a Booh 

Here I gave o'er The Story feems diftrefs'd : 

How will it em! ! (Reads) Tarqmmus Sextus then, 
Pretending on a Journey, late at Night 
Came to Goliath , where .Lncrece was ^ 
And breaking thro' all. hofpitable Laws, 

At Midnight ravith'd her ~ O Villainy ! 

And moft unhappy Lady ! Collatine } 
1 Where was her;Hufband then ? — Re yds again — — 

What 



The Spartan Dame. 33 

What do I read ! a little farther on, 

My Author, in his Comment on the Fad:, 

Says, -Was her Hulband's Abfence ruin'd her. 

fearful Apprehenfion ! This is juft 

The State of my Condition — — The fad Tale 
May ominoufly reprefent my Fate 

In wrong'd Lucretia I am helplefs now, 

As (lie was then • My Hufband abfent too* 

As hers then was nay, he has already dar'd 

To force the Modefty of my chafte Ears 
With the bold brutal PafTion of his Love : 

And after that ■ But I have forgivn him that 3 

And he repents O ! it is falfe and feign'd, 

Diflembled, to betray my Faith and me : 

Love never is repented, 'till enjoy 'd 

And he, perhaps, this Night, nay, now, refolves. 
He may be here already Hark ! Who's there ? 

1 dare not ftay alone — — Byzajtthe ! where, 
Where are you ? 

Enter Byzanthe. 

Byz. You're diforder'd much. 

Tbel There's fomething in my Clofefc, 

[By z-anthp-' fakes a Light, ani examines. 
Byz. Nothing here. 
Thel Pray, look again. 
Byz, Only your Fancy, Madam. 
Tbel I thought I heard a Noife. 
Byz. Nothing has ftirr'd, 
Within your Hearing, fince I left you lafL 
Thel. Where is your Hufband ? 
Byz. Gone in fome Affair relating to Evrytion. 
Thel O ! he is a faithful honeft Friend, wou'd fee 
were here 

All our good Fortune does depend on him. 

Byz. I think I hear him, Madam - 

Tbel Welcome, welcome, 

F Enler 



54 The Spartan Dame. 



Enter Crites. 

Crit. What, Madam, you have Leifure for a Book. 

Thel O ! Crites, I have met the faddeft Tale, 
The Rape of Lucrece there — 

Crit. 3 Tis famous in 
The Roman Story • Tarquin raviftYd her. 

Thel. The Circumftances are fo near my Cafe • 

Crit. So near your Cafe ! 

Thel In all but the fad End. 

Crit. What can fhe mean I [AJiie* 

Thel. Her Hufband was from Home, 
As mine is now,, the wretched Caufe of all. 

Crit. Sure fhe fufpe&s my Purpofe. [_Afide. 

Thel. When I think upon that Midnight Ravifher, 
Irefleft 

Upon our Sexs Weaknefs, thus expos'd, 
How eafily we are betray 'd, or fold, by any one in 
^ Truft. 

Crit. There cannot be fuch Villainy in Men. 

Thel. There fhoud not, fure : Indeed, I was afraid $ 
But now I think myfelf fecurely fafe 
In thy kind Care. 

Crit. I'm glad you think you are. 

Byz. Have you no News for us ? 

Crit. Faith, I have been 
In fuch a Converfation, fcarce will pleafe 

In Repetition ■ Marriage was the Theme, 

And my Companions its worft Enemies j 
They fore d me to my Heels. 

Thel What cou'd they fay ? 

Byz. No Matter what they fay. 

Crit. By your good Leave, 

Thefe Men will be our Judges We rnufl ftand 

The Inquifition of their Raillery 

On our Condition As, to fpeak the Truth, 

Nothing can Tcape their Jeft : The 6ods and Kings, 

Manners 



The Spartan "Dame. 35 

Manners and Men, Laws human and divine, 
Muft ftand, or fall, juft as they reliih 'em. 
We muft not think it hard. 
Tbel U hat do they fay > 

Byz. We need not "doubt but Marriage has its Load 
Of Scandal in the Lewdnefs of their Mirth. 

Crit. Why, firfr, they fwear the Inftitution 
Was never made in HeavVi 

Tbel That ftrikes Home. 

Crit. That the malicious Roguery of, Age, 
Imposed it firft, a Penance on the Pride 
Of lufty Youth, to keep their Bodies low, 
Dull, conftant Slaves to one tir'd fulfom Bed. 

Byz. A Penance do they call it ? 

Thel Pray, Sir, on. 

Crit. That Love was ne'er eonfultedin the Law 
• But that it ftands enacted, and ordain'd " 
To thefe our Days, that only In te reft 
Of Fortune, or of Friends, lhould join our Hands, 
No mattter for our Hearts. 

Tbel. Wicked and Bafe ! 

Crit. Nay, when they once fet out, tfrey will go on. 
Byz. They have gone far enough. 
Thel I'll hear no more. 

Crit Faith, Madam, you may hear a little more, 
And not repent your Pains. 
Thel How is the Night ? 

Crit. Why there's a Queftion now that brings me 
Home 

Juft to my Story's End. 

Thel. That Queftion ! Why? 

Crit. 'Tis juft about the Time. 

Thel What Time ? 
Perhaps you have fome Tidings of my Lord. 

Crit. I have indeed. 

Thel When will he come: I languilh in the Thought 
Of his Approach : O ! Why art thou fo long 
In News fo welcome ? Prithee, tell me all j 

F 2 Say 



3 6 Tfe Spartan Dame. 

Say any Thing of him, that he is well 
$ay that he comes. 

Crit. If you would let me fpeak. 

Tbel. 'Tis that I would entreat. 

Crit. Then he will come 
In half an Hour, fo he fends me Word. 
You know his Pleafure is, his Coming (hou d 
Be private, his own Servants not employ 'd. 

Tbel O ! I obey in all. But how coifdft thou 
So long delay the Comfort of thy News? 
But I forgive thee. 

Crit. Madam, I muft wait 
Upon his Coming & you prepare for him, 
And 111 convey him to you [Exit. 

Tbel Byzanthe, I muft require your Friendfhip : 
Pray difpofe 
The Bufmefs of the Family, as you pleale, 
Out of the Way I wou'd have all removed 
He will obferve our Care. 

Byz. Leai^e that to me. 

Tbel Whilft I prepare to entertain this Gueft, 
Lodge him in his own Manfion of my Breaft, 
And make him happy, as he makes me bleft. [Exeunt. 

Scene changes to a Street. Crites alone. 

Crit. Thus far with Wind and Tide! Things are 
difpos'd 

Juft to my Wifh to carry on the Cheat. 

Where is my Lover now? Tis juft his Time — - — • 

He can't be far — — I had forgot the Sign 

Not anfwerme > Nay, then he is not come 

Well, our Employment muft have Patience. 

Enter Eurytion. 

Eury. What Sign was that > 
CWf. O! You are punftu^l, Sir. 




The Spartan Dame. 37 

Ewy. Rather before my Time. 

Git. Ewytion here 1 [AJide. 
Indeed, my Lord, fomething before your Time : 
I did not look for you. 

Ewy. How am I punctual then > 

Git. Punctual, my Lord > 

Ewy. Did you expect another ? 

G it. Yes, indeed, I did expect another, a good Friend, 
Notfuch a Friend : I have my Scouts abroad, 
And muft be ready for em ; yet you come 
As I cou'd wilh, to warn you : Dangers, Sir, 
Are every where : This is no Place, retire, 
You may befeen. 

Ewy. I'll follow thy Advice. 

G it. Go not in there. 

Envy. My Safety muft be here. [Exit . 

Crit. What fhall I do? Death ! Something muft be 
done. [Evff* 

Cleombrotus enters. 



Cleom. The Servants ftill are ftirring in the Houfe*, 
I heard em talk : f 11 take another Turn. [Exit. 

Crites remits with Eurytion. 

G it. This Houfe, you may be fure, Sir, wonnot 

Tcape 

The ftri&eft Search 

Ewy. Not if fo general. 1 

G it. Nor will be lefs fufpe£kd, being Yours. 

Eury. Mucli more fufpe&ed. 

G ites. But that Sign ! 
What cou'd it mean ? So late about my Doors, 
Juft as I came to thee ? 

G it. I heard it too. Wou'd you were Safe. 

Ewy. Well, -Crites, I am gone. 

G it. The King willfoon be there. 

Eury. 



38 'ffie Spartan Dame. 

Eury. You 11 follow me. 1 [Exit. 

Crit. When I've fecuf d all here 

Unfeafonable Husband ! Fare thee well. 

Why! what a 'Scape was this? At the fame Time, 

The very Place, fo unexpectedly, 

And juft upon my Summons of another ! 

But he's remov'd if he had feen his Wife, 

3 Thad been impolfible. That lucky Lye 
Has fent him to my Houfe, to wait the King 

Leomdas at Twelve I may exped him ; 

5 Tis near Eleven now. Cleombrottis 
Won'not delay me long : For when he comes, 
My Office only guides him to the Door, 
And then to make all fure *, I have prepaid 
A hearty Welcome for the good old King. 

Enter Timseus. 

Tim. Thegood old King ! 

Qit. Tim&ii^ by thy Voice. t Thou'rt come before 

thy Time. 
Tim. I come by your Command. 
Crit. I faid at Twelve. 

Tim. You faid that I mould ftay till he fet forward. 

Crit. Is he coming then ? 

Tint. I few him mounted. 

Crit. How attended ? 

Tim. Almoft, Sir, alone. 

Crit. He mud be near. 

Tim. He qjinot be far off! 
Eurytion, Sir, already is arriv'd. 

Crit. Wait for me at my Houfe. I'll follow thee. 

> [Tim;? us Exit . 

This is unlucky there's no paufing now : 

Thinking but lofes Time : I muft be gone. 
Love muft attend the Leifure of the State : 
Afingle Fortune, this a Nation's Fate. 

[Going out, meets Cleombrotus. 

Cleom* 



The Spartan Dame. 39 

Cleom. Who's this. 
Crit. Cleombrotus! 
Cleom. Crites, I think. 

Crit. Still worfe and worfe [AJide. 
Cleom. Thou wert in Hafte. 

Crit. Imagine, Sir, the Caufe. [Going* 

Cleom. I know the Caufe : I ftaid beyond my Time, 
and thou wert going 
To find me out, but I have fpard thy Pains. 
This is the Door : Now, my Tbelamia I What ! 
Thou art uneafy ftill. 

Crit. I beg you wou'd 
Believe, that nothing, but a Certainty 
Of my beft Service to you, coud perfwade me 
To leave you now. 

Cleom. How > Crites ! At this Time ! and call it 
Service ? 

Crit. Nay, my Duty, Sir. 

Cleom. No going, Man ^ thy Duty now lies here. 

Crit. To Morrow will convince you. 

Cleom. Thou art mad. 
Am I not at the Entrance of my Joys > 
Invited by thy own Appointment too ? 

Crit. But Accidents 

Clecm. There are in Fortune none : 
I conquer her in my Tbelamia. 

Crit. To Morrow (he ftiall be with Safety Yours. 

Cleom. I wonnot truft to Morrow : Now is mine. 

Crit. This will undo us all. [AJidc. 

Clenm. No Words, but on. 

Crit. Let me but fpeak ■ 

Cleom. I will have no Excufe lhow me the Way. 

Cut. Hear but my Reafons firft < 

Cleom. Forward I fay : 
Confider who I am. 

Crit. My royal Mafter. 

Cleom. Then thy King commands. 

Grit. I muft be heard, and then ~ 

Cleom. 



40 The Spartan Dame. 

Qeom. Is this a Time, 
Thou fawcy Trifler, for Argument ? 

[The two following Speeches are /poke together, 

Crit. This is the Time, or I mud never fpeak - • 
I wou'd conceal it from you, but there is 

Now a Neceffity of telling you, - 

Your Life, your Crown, your Empire are at Stake : 
Leonidas, the baniih'd King is now 

Within your Pow'r ■ If you wou d fave us all, 

This is your Time ; an Opportunity 
Like this you cannot hope 

Qeom. When Expectation rages in my Blood, 

And fhoots a thoufand Fevers thro 1 my Veins?- 

Is this a Time, thou Prater ! hence, be gone $ — — 

Still he goes on, and louder in his Words ! 

Not let me fpeak ! This is an. Infolence, 
That neyer yet was offer'd to a King, 
And fhou'd be anfwefd by a Dagger, thus. 

\As Cleombrotus offers to Jlab him, Crites Jlops, 
and bows 

Qeom. Impudent Slave ! Open thy Lips again 
Upon this Subject, this {hall lock em fait, 
As clofe and filent as the Jaws of Death. 
Forward, and introduce me to her Arms, 
And on thy Life fiir not till my Return. [Exeunt 

Scene changes to Celona's 4pm tment. 

Celona, Seivant, and Leonidas. 

Celo. One' in Difguife ! Some from Leonidas. 

Admit him : Leave the Room 'tis he himfelf ! 

Thus on my Knees, thus let me thank the Gods, 
Who let me fee you once again in Sparta. 

Leon. Celona, rife ; the Poilure is too humble, 
And misbecomes that haughty Excellence, 
W T hich knows to form new Virtue, and wou'd fhine 
A Pattern to the uninftruCted World. 

Celo. 



The Spaktan Dame, 4 

Celo. Indeed my Fate with intricate Misfortune 
Has compafs'd round my V irtne. Wife and Daughter 
Each different Duty mows a Precipice, 
Where-eer I turn my Eyes: But yet my Honour, 
That fteddily wou'd tread the narrow Path, 
Looks with Contempt upon the pageant Greatnefs, 
And mo ft inclines where there is moft Misfortune, 

Leon. It may incline too much. 

Celo. Too much it cannot. 
You feeirfd, and yet I won d not think you did, 
You feem'd to tax the Conduct of my Virtue. 
But yet that Power, who places fuch as me 
In labouring Mazes of an anxious Fate, 
Who damps the joys of all our prefent Hours, 
And pays us with the Promife of a Name, 
Shall fee that I fuhmit to his Decrees, 
(If I am mark'd for glorious Wretchednefs) 
To mine the Pattern of a Spartan Daughter. 

Leon. That Fame's too narrow for a Spartan Prin- 
cefs, 

Cehna too (hou'd be a Spartan Wife. 

Celo. Have I offended then ? 

Leon. Offended ! O ! 
Thou in a Moment wou dft deface thofe Trophies, 
Which my laborious Anceftors, thro' Ages, 
Toyling for Fame, had pil'd up, Legacies 
To their fucceeding Sons. 

Celo. High let em ftand, 
Admir'd Examples to lefs generous Man, 
'Till I by any Act difclaim their Blood. 

Leon- When Guilt is in its Blufli of Infancy, 
It trembles in a Tendernefs of Shame, 
And the firft Eye that pierces thro' the Veil, 
That hides the Secret, brings it to the Face : 
But thine amazes me, and feems confirm'd, 
Beyond Confufion bold, and dares the Light, 
And the reproaching Horror of thy Father. 

G Grfab 



4? The Spartan Dame. 

Celo. Cleombrotus would fpeak more tenderly, 
And treat my Virtue, tho J his Enemy, 
In a more gentle Way. 

Leon. O ! all jrou Ghofts ! 
You injur d Spirits of my Anceftors ! 
Forbear a while to fire your tortur'd Son. 
By all your A£ts, which form'd my .Youth to Honour? 
You trull your Glory fafely in my Hands*, 
Nor fhall my Loyns defile your facred Blood : 
Give me but fo much Refpite in my Fury, 
To juftify the Rage of my Revenge, 
To the Remains of Father in my Heart. 
Firft, (he fhall triumph in her Crime, and fhow 
A harden'd Soul, beyond forgiving damiVcl, 
And take her then, (he falls youx Sacrifice. 

Celo. What difmal Refolution {hakes you thus ? 
When I believe I understand your Words, 
Some fudden Start, that contradi&s my Thoughts, 
Throws. me in wild Amazement 

Leon. Ay, my Child ! I will amaze thee, when I let 
thee know 

The tendered Inftance of a Father's Love : 
For I have fav'd thy generous Hand the Blow, 
A dangerous Task, and clone the Work alone. 

Celo. Alas! What Work ! What Blow! 

Leon. The giddy World, 
Unequal Judges of exalted Honour, 
Perhaps had blam'd thy Zeal : Rut now 'tispaft : 
Nor fhall thy Fame be trufted to the Crowd : 
Yet thou {halt triumph too Thine was the Aft, 
My Artfi infpir d by thee. 

Celo. What can you mean ? 

Veov. Canfr thou not guefs ? ( £j 

Celo. You more amaze me, Sir. 
^Leov. I toil thee then, my Heroiile! This Night, 
Pretending Secrets, and Intelligence, 
J gain 5 (1 Admiiiioji to Cleoitibrotiis i 

Alone I found him, you may think the News < ■ 

Celo, 



The Spartan Dame, 43 

Ceh. Woud I were paft all Thought. [Afde. 

Leon. I fent th's Steel with Tidings to his Heart : 
Nor parted thence, 'till with repeated Wounds 
I left the unpanting Villain on the Earth. 

Ceh. And this mult be my Triumph ! Heav'n and Hell 
Are reconciPd, and join contending Pow'rs 
To make my Ruin infamoufly fure. 
I ftrove to aid my King, and fave my Lord, 
Yet. now am calFd his Murderer, you Gods ! 
And bid to triumph in my Huiband's Blood. 

Leon. You feem difturb'd. 

Ceh. Was it for this, you Pow'rs ! 
I ftrove to keep the temperate Balance juft. 
Between my different Duties y 5 Twas too much : 
And you referve thofe Heights of Excellence 
To your unrivaPd Heaven : I fhou'd have been 
Only a Wife, or Daughter : For you dafh, 
With Jealoufy, attempting Virtue down, 
That dares beyond your Limits to their Flefh. 

Leon. I thought you would have prais'd me. 

Ceh. O, my Lord, I muft not curfe you. 

Leon. What ! For an Act you woifd have done 
yourfelf ? 

Ceh. I woud have done ! Murder my Hufband, Sir? 
Leon. This very Night you had defign'd his Death : 

I know it all. 
Ceh. And I too much : But cou'd you think me fuch 
A Monfter, Sir? But, Oh ! I find you do. 
Leon. Why ! Did he not deferve his Fate > 
Ceh. O, Sir 1 I grant he has deferv'd from Heav'n, 

and you. 

And all good Men, worfe than you can inflidt : 

I have arraign'd and fentenc'd his Deferts : 

And I muft think the Gods but juftify 'd, 

You honourably reveng'd, and good Mens Pray'rs 

But juftly anfwer'd in a Tyrant's Fall : 

All this I think with you, and you were wrong'd : 

But how was I > How has he injured me, 

G 2 To 



44 The Spartan Dame. 

To make me capable of fuch a Sin, 
Barbarous, and yet without a Name in Hell, 
As you imagine, Sir, I had defign'd ? 
Is't not enough that I abhor his Crimes, 
But 1 muft be his Murderer ? If the Gods, 
And you, to clear my Fame, will have it lb, 

It I muft ftrike at him, it muft be here — — 

[Offers to flab her/elf* 

Leon. Q Virtue \ never to be found again ! 
Thy Husband lives. 
Cleombrotm ftill lives. 
Forbear a Violence, that m thy Bread 
Wou'd wound me deeper than thy Ponyard thsre. 
I did but try thee : And in thefe Extreams 
I find thee ftill fkicere to all my Hopes, 
Fixt to thy Virtue and thy Country 's Fame, 
Thy Sexes Glory, and my Daughter ftill, • 
A Spartan Daughter, m& a Spartan Wife. 

Ceh. Thofe Titles raife me. 

Leon, I have been abus'd, 
And thou art innocent : This Letter read 
At Leifure : Crites knows what it defigns, 
He fent/it, and I muft fufpecfc it now. 
O guard, you Gods of Greece ! my faithful Friends 
From the deftroying Arm of Treachery : 
Blunt the {harp Arrows which in Darknefs fly : 
Difclofe the Midnight Arts, and break the Snares 
Which fair fac D d Villany's falfe Heart prepares. 
If in the Courts above it be decreed 
A Sacrifice to Sparta's Peace fhould bleed, 
On me, great Jupiter, on me alone 
Hurl the colle&ed Storm of Thunder down. 
Bur in your Anger/rom your threatning Sky ) 
Regard me, cloath'd in decent Majefty, > 
Submiffive to y our Will, and refolute to die. ) [Exeunt. 



Act 



The Spartan Da me. 



45 




Act IV- S c e n e I. 



Enter Cleombrotus. 

IHus far Im undifcoverd. O frail 
Flelh ! ; 

| And Vanity of Fancy ! My Defires, 
Which mounted me above my mor- 
J tal State, 
WhofeRage, I thought, nothing but Age could tame, 
How have they droopt the Wing? How are. they funk 
Into the poor Concerns of Earth again ? 
Now, Crites, I can hear thee. Sure there is 
Something extraordinary, as his Carriage was : 
He does not ufe to contf adift me : And, 
If I remember right, I heard him fpeak 
Something abruptly of Leonidas. 
There may be Danger near : I mud: be gone t 
Tbelamia takes me for her Husband ftill : 
I wonnot undeceive her, that may ferve 
To morrow Night, and I can ftay till then • 




Thelamia 



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The Spartan Dame 



Thelamia enters with a Light, 

A Light ! She follows me. 

Thel O! Do not find 
A Trouble in my Love, which thus attends 
In Duty now : Speak, and allure my Fears, 
You are not angry with me : O my Lord ! 
lean forgive your Healing from my Bed, 
Your Silence there, but not this Silence now. 
What ! Turn away ! Nay, going from me too ! 
That mult not be : This Hand, my Lord, is mine, 
Nor can I part with it without a Look — — 

[He turns to her, fie drops his Hand, Jhows her Sftrprize, 
by fianding fritpidly Jiill a while without fpeaking^ he 
offering to fpeak i fie fnatches at his Sword, draws it 
half out 5 failing in that, fie throws herfelf into a 
Chair, in the ?noft violent Paj/ion of Gi ief. . 

Thel. The Gods refufe me their Affiftance too. 
Here let me fall forgotten. 
/ Cleom. Let me raife you. 

Thel Touch me not, Monfter, thou hall funk me 
down, • 
And can'ft not raife me - 

Cleom. To my Bed and Throne. 

Thel. Dilhonour fill thy Bed, and Death thy Throne. 

Cleom. That's an unkind Return. 

Theh Art thou not gone ? Thou haft accomplifiYd 
The fatal Ends of thyDefign.on me ^ 
What wou'dlr thou more ? ; 

Cleom. I wou 1 d bring Comfort to you. 

Thel 0. thou Deftroyer \ Fly, fly from my Eyes : 
The fad Remaans of my poor wretched Life 
I woird employ in Sorrow for my Fate, 
In Penitence, and Mercy to the World ; 
But while thou ftand'ft in View, I cannot weep : 
My Eves refufe the Comfort of their Tears 
To my Misfortunes : All their Moifture feeds 

J The 



The Spartan Dame. 47 

The Paffion in my Heart, which only can 
Be eas'd by Curfes on thee. 

Cleom. Do not curfe : 
Or if you mull, think where you fhou'd begin. 

Thel. O ! where begin, indeed ! All, all deferve 
Alike from me, the Gods and Fate, Crites and thou. 

Cleom. The Gods, for making you thus heavenly fair, 
And I, for loving you. 

Thel Both have been my Curfe. 
Cleom. Crites and Fate were but my Iwftruments $ 
Thofe you have curfs'd in me. 

Tbel That Crites ! O ! 
How was he trufted ! how has he betray'd ! 
But I myfelf am guilty of my Fall, 
By a fond, fatal Ignorance abus'd, 
And made th'AccompIice of my Ruin too. 
Cleom. That fatal Ignorance, then, is your Excule. 
Thel O! there is none in Nature, no Excufe 
For Crimes like mine : My Sifter's Hufband's — Oh ! 

Cleom. Be patient, Madam, there's your Remedy, 
You have no other now. 
Thel Yes, there is one 

Revenge that wonnot fail me While I live, 

I muft folicit that of Gods and Men •, 

And Earth or Heav'n will do me Juftice, fure. 

Cleom. I'll do you the beft Juftice j be advis'd, 
And hear me calmly — - What is done, is paft\, 
Without your Crime : If it be anytime, 
Tis fo in me : But then 'tis fuch a Crime, 
The Purchafe of my Peace, andfo belov'd, 
I never can repent. 

Thel O hardned Wretch ! 
Cleom. 'Tis yet a Secret: While you keep itfo, 
Your Hufband is not wrcng'd ; or, if he be, 
He, who has done it, can maintain the Wrong : 
And then where's your Revenge 1 

Thel Art thou fecure 
In Wickednefs? That.Fools Security 

Shall 



48 The Spartan Dame. 

Shall be thy Ruin ? When I have proclaim'd 
To alUhe World, as, while I have Life, i will 
Proclaim my Wrongs 

Cleom. Your Shame, your Infamy : 
The World will call it fo : And then you make 
A Monfter of your Hulband. 

Jhel Q ! Revenge, Revenge ! thus, raving thro 5 the 
Streets, 

Til cry for Vengeance on thee : All good Men, 

Fathers, and Hdbands, Brothers, Spartanhom^ 

In the Defence and Caufe of Chaftity, 

Will arm to fave their Daughters, Sifters, W T ives, 

From my Difhonour in thy Tyranny ; 

And, forwarding the Juftice of the Gods, 

Will rife againit thy execrable Deeds, 

Level their Thunder at thy Life and Crown, 

Oerturn thy Throne, and end thee in thy Crimes. 

Cleom. Tis poffible your Story may do Harm, 
And therefore Til prevent it. 

Tbel. Only Death (hall filence it 

Cko?n. Death filences at laft. 
You fee the Fortune of your prefent State, 
That 'tis not to be mended by Complaints, 
Yet you complain, and vow to be reveng'd. 
If you continue obftinate, refolv'd 
Not to be pacify'd, 'tis a hard Courfe, 
But Nature does oblige me to provide 
For my own . Safety, and that is beft fecur'd 
By your Eur yt ion's Death. 

Tbel His Death I / 

Cleom. I have vow'd his Death. 

Tbel W hat is his Crime ? I do -defer ve to die. 

Cleom. 'Tis Crime enough to be your Husband now. 
I know his Difaffe&ion only wants 
A Caufe, like this, to animate the Crowd, 
And his Defigns againft my Reign, and me: 
But that he lhannot have : Out of a Senfe 
And Tendernefs of you thus far I have 
Withheld my Juftice, which now you enforce ; 



The Spartan jjame. 49 

Therefore refolve either to pardon me, 

Or doom Eurytion dead. Crites, you know, 

Can bring him in my Power : This is your Choice : 

Think well upon't, I will walk by awhile. 

Thel. Alas ! what Choice ! 1 have no Choice to 
make : 

My Ruins certain : But Eurytion I 

Can I refolve his Death ? he has been wrong'd 

Too much already : O ! I never can 

Refolve his Death there is no other Way 

Let me duTemble for a Husband's Life, 
In fuch a Caufe, in hopes of a Revenge. 

Cleom. I wait your Anfwer, Madam, if you have 
Confider'd well, I know you will forgive. 

"Thel. If I mould not, it will avail me littje. 

Cleom. Little indeed avail. 

T'hel. Then my Revenge, 
That will involve us all in other Crimes.. 
Cleom. In Blood, and Murder : There muft be the 
End. 

Tthel O fearful Sounds ! I would not be the Caufe 
Of Murder for this Earth. 
Cleom. Then no Revenge. 

T'bel. Then no Revenge indeed. But O ! my Shame 3 
My Infamy 1 

Cleom. That Til fecure you from : 
,And I can keep a Secret, when engag'd 
By my 6wn Intereft ; that's the certain Charm 
Upon Mens Tongues : So you are fure of Mine. 

Thel. I wifli I could believe. 

Cleom. I wifh you could : 
But to engage me deeper in my Truft, 
I fwear - - - - - 

rthd. By what ? 

Cleom. I would by this fair Hand. 
Thel. Well, well, I muft believe you. 
Cleom. May I hope you have forgiven me ? 
7*hel. Hope is in your Power. 

H Ckorn'r 



50 The Spartan Dame. 

Cleom. Say but you have. 

Thel. Not to fay otherwife, is far enough at firft. 
Cleom. You mean it then ? 
Thel. You may interpret for me. 
Cleom. Then I fay, you have, or fhou'd forgive me. 
Thel. You may find my Meaning out hereafter : 
For this time I wou'd be private. 
Cleom. You will not fay farewel ? 
T hel. To be alone. 

Cleom. Then bid me go 

\thel. Farewel. 

Cleom. That Farewel bids me flay : but I muft 
go. 

"Thel. O ! what a Part am I condemned to aft, 
To fave my Husband's Life ! my Husband i Oh ! 
I have no Husband : This foul Raviflier, 
This Villain, Tyrant, Author of all Ills, 
Divorces me for ever from my Lord : 
Has rob'd me of the Honour of a Wife : 
Nor am I worthy of that Title now, 

Or any Name, but Oh ! let me here 

Bury that Name, and all my Miferies : 
Sink down beneath the Burden of my Woes, 
Into my Grave, unmention'd, and unmourn'd , 
Ne'er be remembred in my Story more, 
To the Difhonour of my royal Houfe, 
Or Shame of virtuous Wives. 

Celona W.Byzanthe to her. 

Byz. What do I hear ? 
Celo. Amazement of mySenfes ! can this be 
Tt he lamia on the Earth ! thefe Sorrows hers ! 
Byz. She minds you not. 

Celo. O ! 'tis Celona fpeaks, thy tender, loving Sifler. 
Byz. See, that Name raifes her Head a little. 
Celo. Now thy Tears 
Flow fafter than before. O you good Gods » 

Inftrua 



T'he Spartan Dame. 51 

Inftruft me to redrefs, or comfort her. 

Nay, I intreat thee, do not (mother thus 

Thy Griefs with Groans, but give thy Paffion Words : 

They will unload the Burden of thy Heart, 

If they do nothing more : Byzanthe, help, 

Help me to raife her. 

Thel. O ! you mifemploy 
Your Charity on a Wretch, whom all the Gods 
Concurring in their Bleffings, with your Means 
To bring me comfort, never can reftore 
To Happinefs. 

Celo. O you malicious Stars ! 
I thought my Fortunes might have fatisfied 
For our whole Family : You ftiow'd your Pow'r 
Enough in me : You might have fpar'd her Peace : 
But now where will you end ? O ! Sifter, fay, 
Speak to me, tell me, can there be a Caufe 
Of this Diftrefs ? 

Ihel There is a wretched Caufe : 
Believe it fuch, and feek to know no more. 

Celo. Til help you to fuppcrt 

The I. The Load wiiHfink us both. 

Celo. Then we mall fall together. Come, the Caufe ? 
I have a Sifter's Title, and a Friend's, 

That wonnot be deny'd nay, no more Tears, 

But tell me. 

Thel. I can't fpeak 

Celo. Away. 

Thel. To any but a Sifter. 

Celo. Pray withdraw. [Byzanthe goes oui] 

Now tell your Griefs, none but a Sifter hears. 

Thel. And now I dare not : Oh ! enquire no more: 
Tho' 'tis moft fit my Griefs fhou'd be reveal'd, 
'Tis moft unfit they be reveal'd to you. 

Celo. If they relate to me, I am prepar'd, 
Give 'em a Tongue. 

'Thel. You'll curfe it, when it fpeaks - - - Cleombrotm — 

Celo. My Husband ? 

H 2 Thel. 



51 The Spartan Dame. 

T'heL Monfter of Men. 

Celo. Indeed his Practices have well deferv'd 
To be thus treated : But, T helamia y I 
Have not deferv'd to hear you call him fo. 
If he has made you wretched, I am made 
Unhappy too : If in a Husband's lofs, 
I've loft him too : Equal in all your Griefs. 

Thel O ! yet there is a Grief beyond all rhefe ! 
A Lofs, beyond my Father, Husband, Life : 
You wonnot underftand 

Celo. The Gods protect the Honour of our Houfe, 

Thel. 'Tis fain in me : 
I am abus'd, diftionour'd, and undofte ! 

Celo. O • for a Thunder-bolt, the Arm of Jove 
To execute the Vengeance of my Heart 
Upon the Ravifher. 

'The I. Cleombrotm. 

Celo. Again Cleombrotm ! O ! have a care, 
This is a Subject, that concerns my Peace, 
Near as my Father's Caufe : Therefore no more. 
I know thou haft been wrong'd, I fee it plain : 
The Marks of Ruin blufh upon thee ftiil : 
And thy great Griefs perhaps have turn'd thy Brain : 
It mu ft be fo : For thou art mad indeed, 
Tp fay Ckombrotus cou'd ufe thee thus. 

Thel This only cou'd remain to make me yet 
More miferable : If my Injuries 
Be of that monftrous Growth above Belief, 
How fhall I bear 'em ? But they fink me down, 
And this muft cafe me. 



[Going to [tab herfelf.°] 



The Spartan Dame. 53 

Celo. O! Sifter, hold! 

*fhel. I faid before, you were 
Unfit to hear the Secret of my Fate : 
Yet you would hear, and wonnot now believe. 

Celo. Wou'd I cou'd not believe : but Oh I I find 
A Fear in every Thought, that makes me make, 
In Apprehenfion of the fatal Truth : 
And now each trifling Circumftance appears 
In Evidence againft him : O ! 'tis plain : 
I had forgot I met him at the Door, 
Juft as I enter a here t There needs no Proof. 
Monfter of Men indeed ! and Tyrant now ! 
Here I confefs the Weaknefs of my Sex, 
Defencelefs quite againft a Stroak like this : 
And my full Heart can only fpeak in Tears. 

Leonidas enters to 9 em, 

Leon. My Children weeping both ! 
This is a Sight will make me old indeed. 
Speak one of you, inform me of the Caufe : 
Cehna, Oh ! it muft be bad indeed 
That thus can conquer thee. r thelamta > thou 
Art going : O ! I dare not bid thee ftay, 
Nor ask the Reafon of thy parting thus : 
But thy Diforder and Confufion fhow 
Thee moft concerned. [Exit- Thelamia.] 

Celo. There is no faying who 
Is moft concerned : If I may judge the Caufe, 
I'm injur'd moft, tho' 'tis a Wrong to ail : 
Nay, Sir, be you the Judge, but Age can't know 
The Pangs of flighted Love ; therefore no Judge 
Of my Condition. O ! to be defpis'd ! 
Is fuch a Thought ! it ftranglcs Patience. 

Leon* 



54 The S p artan Dame. 

Leon. Why this is Madnefs, Child. 
Celo. What! at my Years forfaken ! had I been 
Ugly or old, mifmatcht to my Defires, 
My natural Defe&s had taught me then, 
In a tame Expe&ation of my Fate, 
To fat me down contented : But to be 
Thrown off, abandon'd, for a Sifter too ! 
O monftrous Love indeed ! that ftich a Sin, 
As Inceft could not tame. 
Leon. What fay'ft thou? ha! 
Celo. Thus violated, forc'd, and thus abused, 
She ftands acquitted to the judging World, 
And Death, or a Revenge, redeems her Fame* 
But I muft ftand the Shot of every Tongue, 
The Cenfure and the Jeft of laughing Fools : 
Be pointed at for the forfaken thing, 
Forfaken for a Sifter! 

Leon. Yet again thy Sifter ! fpeak. 
Celo. O ! yes, white I can fpeak. 
Leon. Thelamia forc'd ! 
Celo. Forced by Cleombrdtus. 
Leon. Inceftuous Tyrant ! Eaguesof every kind, 
Long ftudied, and ftor'd up by Wrath divine, 
For the Revenge, and Fate of fueh bad Men, 
Fall thick upon his Head : But O ! he fins 
Beyond my Curfes now, and only Hell, 
All Hell can do him Juftice — Had the Gods 
Thought fit to exercife my Patience, 
Stript me of all the Comforts of this Life, 
My Friends, my Hopes, ev'n to my very felf-— 
But here my Age gives way, here I muft own 
The Frailty of a Man furprizM, unarm'd, 
Unguarded, naked to this ftunning Blow, 
That drives me to the Earth a weak old Man. 
Celo. O Mifery on Mifery ! 



Leon, 



i>o». Away ! 
Tears are thy Sexes Comforts, I muft find 
Mine in Revenge. 

Celo. Revenge! 

Leon, Revenge for thee 
Thy Sifter, and us all. O ! I have been 
Affifting to this Ruine : Had my Ears 
Been open to the Counfels of my Friends, 
This might have been undone i but it is done, 
And now muft be reveng'd ? 

Celo. O ! Sir, forbear a while, 

Leon. No time fo fit for my Defigns. 

Celo. But hear me. 

Leon. Paflion has no Ears. 
Or if I did, Words cannot alter me.' [Exit*'] 

Celo. Alas! my Woman's Weaknefs has undone 
All that my Virtue had fo long preferv*d ; 
Now I too late perceive the Confequence : 
How fatal this Difcovery muft be 
To my Cleombmm ! for he is mine, 
My Husband ftill, however bafe and falfe. 
ThV I am wrong'd in the moft tender Part, 
Moft fenfible of Pain, I am his Wife ,* 
That is the Character I muft maintain : 
But to preferve it — fomething I muft do, 
But what, or how, the Gods yet only know. [£x/> .] 

She goes out, Crites paffing over the Stage. 

Crit. All that I could of Moment I have learnt ; 
But when the Husband follows at my Heels, 
'Tis time to vanifli : I have done my do 
At Chambjr-pra&ice, and muft fhifc the Scene. 



He 



5<5 The Spartan Dame. * 



He goes out, Eurytion enters. 

Eury. I meet with nothing but Diftra&ion 
Thro' all the Houfe ; my Servants fly the Room 
Still as I enter it, as each were loth 
To be the firfi in fome unwelcome News : 
Ev'n Crites fhuns me too ; fomething there is — ■ 
I wonnot think the worft : Heaven guard the King, 
And my 'fkelamia : if either be concerned, 
'Twill be too foon to know, when I muft know ; 
Till then I would not guefs : But here s the King, 
And half my Fears are vain. 

Leonidas enters* 

Leon. The other half? who is your Fear? 
Eury. O ! you may guefs, my Wife. 
Leon. This is no time for Wives. 
Eury. No time, indeed, if your Employment call 
me. 

Leon. Then nQ time ; 
For I have Bufinefs for thee. 

Eury. Sir, fpeak on. 
*Tho 5 1 mould ftarve the Youth of my Defires, 
And come but old to her expecting Arms, 
The bare Refle&ion of my Loyalty 
Shall make amends for all my lofs of Love. 

Leon. Have thy Reward, and hear me : thou art 
rafh, 

And muft be prefac'd into Government, 

And Temper of thofe Paffions, which would rife 

Againftmy Reafons, and undo us all. 

Eury. Sir, I am calm. 

Leon. Then know I have this Night 
Refolv'd to undertake thepublick Caufe — - 

Eury. 



The Spartan Dame. 57 

Eury. Heav'n profper the Refolve. 

Leon. What all my Friends 
With hcneit, weary Counfels cou'd not gain, 
The general Wrongs have forc'd. 

Eury. The general Wrongs are then our Friends-—- 

Leon. O ! the word Enemies to thee, and me : 
Thine is the general Wrong T?helamia 

Eury. My Wife ! what, Sir, of her ? 

Leon. Are you a Man ? 

Eury. Talk'd you of Wrongs, and her ? 
I am a Man indeed, to hear them join'd, 
Yet hold my Reafon frill : But, Sir, be quick, 
I cannot promife you, it can be long 
That I (hall hear you : Madnefs will enfue 
The bare Imagination of her Wrongs, 
And hurry me upon feme wild Attempt, 
Which my Repentance never can repair. 
O! therefore tell me all. 

Leon. Then hear me all Clzomhrctm - — 

Eury. Cleombrotm I 

Leon. Soon as he found 
Your Abfence, made his way, beyond all Senfe 
Of Nature, Gods, or Men, in brutal Rage, 
PurnYd Tbelamia with his monftrous Love. 

Eury. My Wife ! 

Leon. My Daughter, and thy virtuous Wife. 

Eury. Then fhe is virtuous. 1 the infernal Fiend! 
It went no farther ? ha ! it cou'd not, Sir, 
For Crites was her Guard. 

Leon. He, he betray'd both her, and all. 

Eury. O Villain, bred in Hell ! 
Has he betray 'd us ? But it ended there ? 
O ! anfwer the Impatience of my Fears : 
They cou'd not fare proceed ? 

Leon. Still more refolv'd, and bolder ftill — 

Eury. Where will my hurrying Fate ? 



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58 The Spartan Dame. 

Leon. Forfaken thus of every friendly Help, 
And nothing but her Virtue her Retreat, 
To fave her from thofe favage,threatning Wrong% 
She fwallow'd Poifon — — 

Eury. O too cruel Gods ! 

Leon. And fo expired. 

Eury. 'Tis too much for Life. 

Eurytion feems ftund y and dozes. 

Leon. N^y , then he is prepared to know the worft— 

'The lamia— — 

Gees to the Door, and brings Thelamia in a Veil> by de~ 

greesy to the middle of the Stage. 

Eury. O 1 that Name ! 

Leon. Come forth, my Child. 

Eury. Cou'd it awaken Death, as it does me, 
My Cheeks fhou'd bnrft with the repeated Sound : 
O ! how could I invoke the Rivess, Springs, 
Vallies, and Hills, Dales, Rocks, and vocal Groves, 
With all their fplitting Echo's, to my aid ? 
Nay, from the ftormy Quarters of the Sky, 
Conjure the Winds, charm e'en the violent North, 
Who, in the tempeft of his boiftrous Voice, 
Should fummon my 'Thelamia back again. 
But, oh ! the Tyrant, deaf to all my Cries, 
Hears not my Summons, folds her beauteous Limbs 
In his cold Arms, as he wou'd grow one piece 
Of Earth with her, and I but rage in vain — 

Turning, he fees her> and ft arts. 

Have then the Gods reftor'd her to my Prayers ! 
It mull be fix 1 fatisfy the Fears, 



If 



TZtf Spartan Dame. 59 

If poffible, of every Senfe at once : 
J wou'd be all convinc'd. 

Leon. She lives in Death a Life of Mifery. 
. Eury. Not fpeak to me ! what ! not one Look • 

Leon. O ! the black Hand of Fate 
Has drawn that Curtain to conceal her Wrongs 

Eury. I find 'em now, worfe than a thoufand 
Deaths. 

Leon. But they will burft, like Lightning, from that 
Cloud, 

And blaze a Day of Horror in revenge. 

Eury. Speed it, you Gods ! tho' it be Nature's lair. 
Revenge her Wrongs 1 Here I devote my Days 
To Blood, and Vengeance. [Kneels.'] 

Leon. Vengeance ftays for us, 
Stalking impatient thro* our frighted Streets, 
Our Friends united too, to pufh it on. 

Eury. She's going. 

Leon. O- thou Captain of our Caufe 1 
We follow thee thro' all the Paths of Death.' 
Euty. The Sword from thy foul Wrongs ftall never 
part, 

Till ftab'd, and bury'd in the Tyrant's Heart. 

[Exeunt."] 




6o The Spartan Dame, 




ACT. V. SCENE L 

The Outfide of a Temple. 

Leonidas, Lyfander, Zenocles, and People. 

H E Gods propitious combate on 

our Side, 
The People animated in this Caufe, 
To break their Yoke, and vindicate 
their Wrongs. 

Eurytion to them, with Gentlemen and Guards. 

Eury. Hither the Chace has led us : The vile herd 
Routed, and fcatter'd. 

Leon. With the Morning-dawn 
They, and their Leaders fall into our Hands. 

Eury. Confounded in the Defert of the Night, 
Let 'em brood o're the Terrors of their Guilt, 
To wait the coming, Vengeance of the Day. 

Zen. The Patfes are fecur'd. 

£yf. None can efcape. . ' , . 

Leon. Ckomkotm has here immar'd himfelf 




In 



Spartan D a m e. 61 

In Neptune s Temple 

Lyfi Garrifon'd, and man ? d, 
In, bold Pefianceof the Gods themfelves. 

Cleombrotus and Crites on the Walls. 

Cleom. Who name the Gods, and yet with impious 
Hands 

Come arm/d againft their Temple ? 

Eury. Monfter 1 thou, 
Thou haft polluted it into a Den 
Qf fouleft Villany, of Luft, and Blood. 

Qleom. Do not you make it fo, it yet is pure. 

Eury. Art thou there, Crites ? hang upon him ftill, 
And weigh him down to fure Perdition. 

Cleom. But who art thou ? that I defcend to thee : 
Leonidas I fpeak to, once a King. 
Thou doft ufurp the Shadow of the Night, 
To pafs thy faded Glory on the State, 
And haft furpiz'd a Midnight Victory 
Ore frighted Citizens, and fleeping Laws ; / - 
Which will awake, rouze, and exert their Force, 
In the Defence of their infulted King, . 
To drive thee out again to Banifhment. 

Leon. Miftaken Wretch ! thy Subje&s are no more : 
The Laws remain, and gladly live for thee, 
Their Tyrant once; they are thy Judges now : 
Therefore furrender up thy felf to them, 
Andfave us from the Mifchief of more Crimes. 

Lyf. This is your laft Retreat. 

Zen. Which will be forc'd. 

Cleom. Then here I ftand my Fortune 

Eury, Pulji it on. 



LeonidaSj 



6l The Start an Dame. 



Leonidas, &c. coming forwards on the Stage, 

Cleom. Now, Crites, now purfue thy own Advice. 
Thou trembleft ! ha ! thou mouldft have fear'd before, 
In time have fear'd, fear'd to have done the ill, 
Not fear to fufter for it, being done. 

Crit. If it fliould not fucceed-- 

Cleom. Why then thou feel'lt 
The worft already that can follow it — ■ - 

Crites retires. 

All is at flake, but there is yet a Chance 
That promifes, and may rife fair for us. 

Eury. While you prepare th* Attack upon the Gate, 
And keep 'em bufie to defend this Side, 
I have my Pioneers at work unfeen, 
To dig their Graves, and bury 'em in Ruin. 

Goes out; Leonidas, and his Party advance to the Gate, in 
order to break it of en. 

Leon. Abandon'd of all Good ! the Gods refufe 
Their San&uary to fuch Villanies, 
And give thee up devoted. Fall on then, 
And force the Gate. 

Cleom. Yet hold, Leonidcts, 
Look up, I have an Offer yet to make - - — 

Leon. Be quick. 

Cleom. 'Tis this - - 



Euphemia 



The Sf artan Dame. 6$ 



Euphemia on the Walls. 

A Daughter to prefent to you. 

Leon. My Child ! Euphemia ! 

Cleom. Draw off your Men : 
For the firft Violence to force the Gate, 
Shall fend her to you from the Battlements. 1 

Leon. I plac'd thee in Diana's facred Train, 
To fhelter thee from my tempeftuous Fate. 

Qleom. And I remov ? d her, by the wife Advice 
Of honeft Crites y my beft Counsellor, 
To Cielter me from this impending Storm. 

Leon. O ! What is all our Forefight > You juft Gods "I 

Cleom. Nay, no Expostulations with the Gods : 
They have declared for us in the Succefs. 
Nor will a thundring Tale of Sacrilege 
Beat down thefe Walls, or gain an Outwork here. 
Therefore to cut off Time, you muft refolve 
To give up all Advantages you've gain*d, 
Difperfe your Faction, and withdraw your Friends, 
And you retire from Sparta inftantly, 
Or fee this Daughter of your Age, fo lov'd, 
So innocent, firft ravifh'd by my Slaves, 
And murder'd next toclofe the guilty Scene. 

Leon. O you great Gods ! determine for me now. 

Cleom. Do you determine, for the Choice is yours. 

Euph. O my Great Father ! 'twere Impiety 
Beyond his Crimes, to think the heavenly Powers 
Can fuffer what he only dares to name. 
Purfue your injur'd Caufe, your juft Revenge, 
Nor lofe a Moment in the Dread of me. 
Therefore again refign me to the Gods, 
The tutelary Parents of the Weak, „ 
Who can difarm the Proud in his own Strength. 
There is a Hand unfeen, a Shield to me. 



Ckom. 



6\ The Spartan D a m e. 

Cleom. Many I have to execute my WilL 
Leonidas, again Ifummon thee. 
What I have done, is a convincing Proof 
I will do more ; that I am refolute 
To every Deed, my Safety, or Revenge 
Solicits me : And I will make fhort Work, 
Give her my Slaves, and drag her to her Fate. 

Leon. Hold, hold, the Gods difpofe of me, and mine. 
The Father gives his all to fave the Child : 
Unftain'd reftore her to my trembling Hand, 
And I renounce my Pow'r, refign my Crown, 
Disband my Friends ; or if you would have more, 
It fliall be done : See, they are going, Sir. 
O my kind Friends ! a long, a laft farewel. 
Afford me but Euphemia y that Support 
Of my declining Age, and I am gone, 
Never, O ! never to fee Sparta more. 

Shouts in the lemple. 

Crit. What Shouts are thofe ? 
Cleom. In thy cold Fit again. 
Lyf. The Gods begin to thunder from their Shrines; 

Mandrocles above to Cleombrotus. 

Cleom. What is thy News ? 
Man. The Temple is furpriz'd 
Crit. SurpnVd ! 
(Zleow. Impdffible ! 

Man. Eurytion is at the Head of the bold Enterprise, 
And is already enter'd. 
Cleom. Enter'd too ? 

Zen. Our brave Deliverer ! [Zfe/oiu] 
Crit. What will become of me ? 
; Cleom. How got he Entrance ? 



Man* 



The Spartan Dame. 6$ 

Man. Thro' Vaults, and fecret Paffes under Ground, 
Difcover'd by the Priefts. 

Cleom. I am betray 'd. 

Man. They fay you are betray'd, 
Betray'd by Crites. 

Cleom. How ! 

Crit. Betrayed by me ! 

Alan. For there are Orders given to fave his Life. 

Cleom. To fave his Life ! 

Man. The Prieft, who does prefide, 
Is of his Blood, and Ihow'd your Foes the way, 
Upon that Promife. 

Cleom. Thus I make it good — 

Seizing Crites by the throat. 

Villain ! Betrayer ! thou haft brought me here 
To the Gulph's Mouth, and doft thou plunge me 

(down? 

But thou lhalt try the Leap — 'tis a juft Thought — - 
If thou haft kindred Devils in the Air 
To break thy Fall, the Prieft may thank 'em for't. 
Seize him, take, hoift him up, break off his Hold, 
And tofs hjm headlong from the Temple's Wall. 
Crit. O, fave me, fave me, kill me by the Sword. 

Crites thrown down, they gather about the Body > and drag 

it off. 

Cleom. Down with him, there he flies, I follow next, 
Upward, or downward, 'tis indifferent. [Exit] 

Leon. Drag off the Carcafs, caft it out expos'd, 
The Food of Dogs 

Zen. Vulturs, and Wolves his Grave. 

Shouts, and Noife of "Fighting in the Temple* 

Leon. Hark, we are call 'd. 



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66 The Spartan Dame. 

Lyf. They are engaged. 

Leon. Be quick. 
Fly, fly to the Affiftance of our Friends : 
Employ your Crows of Iron, Leavers, Beams 
A gain ft the Gate — — 

'They attack the Gate. 

Zen. Dig its Foundations up. 

Lyf. Spare nothing in your way. 

Leon. With heaving Force, 
Wrench the compacted Joints of the flrong Pile. 
O ! for the battering Ram with armed Head 
To tumble down all Oppofition. 

Zen. Bravely, bravely done. 

Lyf. See, it gives way. 

Leon. Another Tug unlocks the griping Hinge. 
Lyf. It burfts, it flies. 
Leon. Now follow for the Crown 
Of all your" Pains. 

'They -force open the Gate,; and enter. Shouts again, and 
noife of Fighting continued, till the Scene draws, andjhows 
the infide of the 'Temple. Eurytion gives ground to 
Cleombrotus, and his Party, but is joind by Leonidas, 
and his; then they drive Cleombrotus to the Front of the 
Stage, and take him Prifvner, his Party fight off the 
Stage. 

Leon. Purfue*,. Eurytion, let 'em not have Breath 
To rally, but cut off. their lateft Hope. 

Eurytion goes out with his Party. 

After this Mercy of Deliverance, 
O ! never may the Innocent defpair ! 



T^Spartan Dame. 



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Lyf. This Beaft of Prey, this bloody Wolf at laft 
Is hampered in the Toyl. 
Leon. Bring him along — 



Ha ! is it thus, Celona, thou doft greet, 
Thus hail thy Father's Safety, and Succefs ? 

Celo. O I for my Father's Safety, and Succefs, 
I kifs the Earth in Adoration 
Of the jufl Gods ,* dejected, humbled thus, 
In this poor fuppliant State, they have beheld 
Me often on my weary 'd Knees for you, 
And they have heard my Vows ; left me no more 
To ask of them : They have preferv'd, preferv'd, 
And re-enthron'd you in their Mercy's Seat, 
Their great Vicegerent, now a God to me. 

Leon. Thy Father ever, rife, Celona, rife. 

Celo. 'Tis to that Father then I do appeal, 
Not to the Judge : O ! I give up my Caufe, 
Condemn'd, and fe*ntenc'd ; and I wonnot move 
A Word in the Defence of tha&bad Man, 
A Burthen to the Earth with all his Crimes. 
But O ! remember, Sir, I am his Wife — 

Leon. Forget him, moft unworthy of thy Care. 

Celo. Inftruded in that Duty, taught by you, 
Ty'd to his Fortune, wedded to his Fate, 
To bear a Part in all his Weal, or Woe : 
O ! therefore, if you would defend my Fame, 
My Virtue, which your Precepts firft infpir'd, 
Let me not leave him in Extremity : 
If you wou'd fave your finking Daughter's Peace, 
Bellow her Husband's Life, grant it to me ; 
Forfeited, dead already to the Laws, 
Sparta renounces him : Then drive him out 
To reprobated Exile round the World, 
A Cative, Vagabond, abhor'd, accurs'd, 



Celona kneeling at the Door. 



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68 The Spartan Dam e. 

Moft miferable in a hated Life. 

I ask but for a change of Punifnment, 

More exquifite, and Iharp : Revenge itfelf 

Should grant me that. O ! only fpare thefe Eyes 

The murd'ring Object of a Husband s Death. 

Leon. Defend me, fhield me. See The I ami a comes — 

Thelamia enters on the other Jtde, yeifd, ivhb a Bowl in 
her Hand, as drank off. 

To tear me from thee— [Goes to her,'] 

O ! that Pofture pleads 

More than a thoufand Tongues : This fatal Bowl 

Is drein'd, and empty'd of its Poifon now ; 

A cordial Draught, and thou art happy. Child ; 

The Gaul of Bitternefs is left for me. 

*Tis with the fharpeft Conflict of my Soul 

My Bowels are diffracted in the Love 

Of my unhappy Children. 

Eurytion enters. * 

Eury. Your Enemies are proftrate at your Feet ; 
And Mercy may become the Conqueror : 
But Vengeance is the injured Husband s Right, 
Thus with flrong Hand I feize, and make it mine. 

[Stabs CleombrotusJ 

Celo. He's gone. 

Leon. His Crimes be bury'd in his Death. 

Thel. The Voice of Vengeance in my dying Ear 
Is fweeter than the Songs of happy Life. 

Eury. Talk not of dying. 

Thel O ! I only liv'd 
Tp hear I am reveng'd, reveng'd by you. 

Eury^ 



The Spartan Dame. 



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Eury. Look up, and feed thy famiuVd Eyes with 
Blood. 

Leon. Remove the fatal Object from our Sight. 
Celo. And me for ever from a hated World. 



TheL Yes, once again I lift my fadedjEyes 
" For a laft Look of my Eurytion, 
To feed 'em at the Fountain of thy Light, 
And fill me with thy Image, then to clofe era 
In lafting Night. 

Eury. Thou art going. 

"TheL Lead me hence 
From this infected Air : My Spirit mrinks, 
And cannot mount in the fame Sky with him. 
Let me not fall an Outcaft of thy Houfe, 
Nor in my Ruin lofe the Name of Wife; 
Preferve "thelamia in thy Memory, 
Who liv'd for thee, and for thy Lofs could die. 



Leon. The Dead are paft our Care. 

Celo. Paft all their Care. 

Leon. Be comforted, Celona. 

Celo. I was born 
To be unhappy, and I have my Lot, 
This is the Portion was referv'd for me, 
Unhappy in the deareft Names of Love, 
A Wife, and Daughter, and I am paft the Care, 
The miferable Care of Comfort now. 
Yet I will bear this wretched load of Life, 
But far remov'd, and (hut out from the World, 
No more to be remember'd in my Wrongs. 

Leon. Thou wilt not leave thy Father ? 

Celo* I am gone already, Sir. 




Eurytion leads her off. 



Leon. 



7© The Spartan Dame, 

Leon. Forfake his hopelefs Age ? 

Celona goes to Euphemia, brings her forward to Le®- 

nidas, 

Celo. The Gods are prefent to you, and have fent 
This Bleffing yet in ftqre to raifeydur Hopes. 

Leon. My Child ! I had forgot thee in the Crowd 
Of bufy Fate. O i do I hold thee fafe ! 
The Gods have been thy Guard, and my Support. 

Celo. And be they ever fo. The Winter s Rage, 
That tore your Branches from the bleeding Trunk, 
Is now fucceeded by the healing Spring, 
To flanch its Wounds, and make it fprout anew. 
Receive her, as that welcome Spring of Life, 
Pregnant of future Bleffings for the World, 
To rife in Comforts on a Father s Age. 
Her teeming Virtues mall enrich this Land, 
With the moft worthy Progeny of Kings, 
Along Pofterity of happy Times. 
Euphemia is the Promife of the Year, 
A golden Harveft riling to your Hopes : 
O I be that Promife every Year renew'd, 
And in its circling Plenty be fulfill' d ! 
So fhail her gentle Influence cheer Mankind, 
And ripen this into an Age of Gold. 
Saturnian Days may then again return, 
And e'en Celonas Griefs forget to mourn. 

Leon. The guilty Wretch fo does the Thunder tear ^ 
*fhe Innocent y involvd by being near, 
Are blafied, and the fpreading Ruin /hare. j 



F I N I S. 



EPILOGUE. 

WRITTEN BY 

Major Richardfon Pack 



OUR Authors Mufe a numerous Iffm 
( boafts 9 
And many of the Daughters have been 

( Toaftu 

She who now laft appears upon the Stage, 
( The Hopes and Joy of his declining Age ) 
With mode ft Fears, a censoring World to fhun, 
Retir'd awhile, and livd conceal' d a Nun : 
At length, released from that Reftraint, the Dame 
Trufts to the Town her Fortune, and her Fame* 
Abfence, and Time, have loft her many Friends, 
But this bright Circle makes her large Amends* 
To Ton, Fair Judges, Jhe fubmits her Caufe ; 
Nor doubts, if Tou approve, the Mens Applaufe, 
Some fullen formal Rogue perhaps may lorn, 
( Rebel to Female, as to Royal Pow\ ) 
But all the.Gay, the Gallant, and the Great, 
On Beauty s Standard with Ambition wait. 
Glory is vain, where Love has had no Fart : 
The Poft of Honour is a Woman $ Heart. 
Ev'n Chains are Ornaments, that Tou beflow ; 
The more your Slaves, the prouder ft ill We grow. 
Man, a rough Creature, favage-form'd and rude, 
By Tou to gentler Manners U ftubdud : 

In 



The EPILOGUE. 

In the fweet Habitude we grow refin'd, 
And polijh Strength, with Elegance of Mind. 
Our Sex may reprefent the bolder Pow'rs • 
The Graces, Mufes, and the Virtues, Tours. 

But ah ! 'tis Pity, that for want of Care, 
Madmen and Fops your Bounty fometimes fhare, 
Wretches in Wit's Defpight and Nature's born y 
Beneath your Favour, nay, below your Scorn. 
May poor Celona 5 / Wrongs a Warning pove^. 
And teach the Fair with Dignity to Love. 
Let Wealth ne'er tempt you to abandon Senfe ; 
Nor Knaves feduce. you with their grave Pretence. 
Be vile Profanenefs ever in Difgrace ; 
And Vice abhor d, as Treacherous, and Bafe. 
Revere Tour [elves 3 - and, Confcious of 7 your Charms,' 
Receive no Daemon to an Angel's Arms. 
Succefs can then alone your Vows attend, 
When Worth 's the Motive, Conflancy the End. 



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